Wasteland Posts

A stranger in an unforgiving land, she remembers life before the bombs, but has been forced to survive in a world long after. She struggles with selfish necessity and her old motherly instincts, and tries to do what she can to make the wastes at least a little bit better, if even only for herself. Posts are episodic, with each following the last. Overwhelmingly inspired by the game Fallout 4.


Wasteland: Old Schools

Wasteland: Old Schools

On a recent pass through Diamond City, Ellie, Nick Valetine’s secretary, caught my attention and mentioned that her boss had been asking after me for help with a new case. I was down to my last few caps – most everything I’d eaten of late came from pre-war...
Wasteland: Catching a Break

Wasteland: Catching a Break

I’m not one to believe in spirits, gods, or karma, but sometimes I have to give thanks for when the universe works out just right in my favor. This morning was the first time I’d come across a deathclaw since the events of the Museum of Witchcraft – I...
Wasteland: You Don’t Know Nick

Wasteland: You Don’t Know Nick

For the first time since waking up, I had someone at my side I could have a conversation with. The road back to Diamond City wasn’t the safest, particularly with a nasty batch of Super Mutants having taken up residence nearby, but the slow travel gave Nick and I...
Wasteland: A New Old Vault

Wasteland: A New Old Vault

As the bombs fell, a few of us were lucky enough to be rushed into special-made shelters designed to keep us safe until the world regained its sanity. In my case, being frozen for 200 years still didn’t give it enough time. I was surprised to find that my vault...
Wasteland: Triggermen

Wasteland: Triggermen

People cling to all kinds of things, aspects of the past, in the radiation-blasted modern age. Whether it’s old music, the idealized history of what America “used to be,” or some other vestige of times gone by, it seems there plenty who appropriate...
Wasteland: Going Solo

Wasteland: Going Solo

Leaving Diamond City left me with pangs of regret – I reached down to scratch my dog between the ears before remembering he wasn’t by my side any longer. I don’t know how long he would take to heal, but I had to believe that we would be together again...