@m1dn1ghthour ( gideon albright )
how long had he walked ? william wasn't sure , but he'd traveled far enough that he'd stopped picking up the wartime music on his integrated pip - boy . integrated . he wanted to laugh at that sentiment . he supposed integrated was one word . fused could have been another , but even that didn't feel too right . there's a slight difference in how the sun beats down at him , && he pauses for a moment . at some point during his walk , perhaps through the night or in the wee hours of the morning , grass had become more prevalent than sand . he swallowed , vaguely getting the sense that water was going to be something that he needed soon , && hoped that he could find a non - irradiated source . yet , as he switched through the channels on the vault - tec device , he couldn't get any radiation readings .
had he finally gotten to a place where the house didn't reach ? he tried to not feel joy , to not get his hopes up too high , but there was something different about his surroundings . there was more grass , less sand . more trees && shade , less blinding sun && sandstorms . his ears twitched a little , and there's a sense of [ … ] something that works up his spine . there's a slight clicking of the servos in his feet as he taps his foot against the grass , thoughts racing as he goes to undo the top of the raider's uniform he'd found on his travels . he leaves the faded yellow jaw on the lower half of his face , using the remnants of the head to make a covering for the ears . it didn't hurt , but he wasn't about to go around with rabbit ears for all the world to see .
he didn't know where he was , but he knew he was far from home .
there's different sounds around him , sights that he saw but didn't believe . he didn't have words for half the things he'd seen , but it reminded him of new vegas . it reminded him of what remained of hollywood , of the pitiful remains of santa monica . there was an apocalypse , although not the same one . still , damaging all the same . he pulls at the yellow material of his makeshift scarf , covering up the metal on his jaw as he heard sounds growing louder . civilization , or some form of it . he hadn't seen a proper city for miles . he'd seen small towns , ones that resembled huts he'd heard about from cooper , but no cities . the last city he'd seen was new vegas && he was hardly eager to get back there .
“ well [ … ] that's inviting , ” he states , looking at [ … ] what was he looking at ? it reminded him of the legion posts he'd seen . heads , in various stages of decay , on spikes . a warning – of what ? william afton wasn't sure that he wanted to find out , but he couldn't take another step . well , he could . the exhaustion that pulled at the back of his mind , where he'd felt more integration with the suit , let him know that he needed to sleep .
he could either do it , or his body would force it .
so , with few options && perhaps less time than he'd expected , he stepped a little closer . the settlement , if he called it that , looked active . he waved a gloved hand , then he held it just over his head . he wasn't armed , but had no real way to prove it . “ help ? i require assistance . ” sure , yeah , that'll work .
please , he thought . please work .
