current obsession

I cant believe its already over.. I need at least like 10 more episodes 😪

In the middle of the day, when the sun is at its peak, there is nothing.

There are no prowling monsters or raiders or howling winds. There isn’t any conversation – it isn’t worth the moisture that would evaporate off their tongues. There is only the monotonous rhythm of their footfalls in the baking Mojave sands, but even that fades to static. 

And there is nothing. 

Nothing to distract Lucy from the ghosts of past and future that haunt her every thought. They loom over her like the carrion birds – buzzards, she thinks – that she’s seen in the old Western holos. Future, waiting patiently for her to stumble, and Past, having already stripped the flesh from her bones. 

The sins and the fate of her father weigh heavy in her heart. She knows he must answer for the atrocities he’s committed, and even she has a difficult time denying that death is the only way to guarantee he won’t do it again. She also fears that she might hesitate just a moment too long when the time comes. That she’ll happily lap up whatever honeyed lies fall from his mouth, and follow him back beneath the earth. 

…then again, she really ought to give herself more credit. She’s made it this far, after all. 

But what comes after? 

After everything is answered for?

Lucy comes to a stuttering halt, her arms falling straight at her sides. Ahead of her, the Ghoul slows, but does not stop. Dogmeat bounces between them. 

“What comes after Vegas?” she asks, just as the sun begins to set. She does not expect a response.

“Who the fuck knows.” he gives one anyway.

*

At night there is a constant clamor. It gives her something to focus on, something to soothe her mind and lull her to sleep. 

The beasts and the wind trade dueling howls. The bugs chitter and drone, their wasteland chorus culminating in a crescendo of white noise. But there’s also the whisper of shifting sand, the Ghoul’s rasping cough, and the soft snores of Dogmeat – all things she’s gone her whole life without hearing, all things she knows she’ll never be able to leave behind…