It screamed.
Inside wasn't a pre-war military bunker. It was a cathedral of chrome and concrete, lit by flickering red lights. Symbols she didn't recognize—a weird, angular rune—were stenciled on every wall. And the soldiers… they weren't ghouls. They weren't synths.
She didn't choose to go. The quest just appeared.
Her Pip-Boy flickered. The red faded. The green returned. The quest marker vanished.
She didn't know what that meant. But she knew that look. That wasn't a raider high on jet. That wasn't a feral ghoul's hunger. That was the look of a man who had been fighting a war for a hundred years and had no intention of stopping.
It screamed.
Inside wasn't a pre-war military bunker. It was a cathedral of chrome and concrete, lit by flickering red lights. Symbols she didn't recognize—a weird, angular rune—were stenciled on every wall. And the soldiers… they weren't ghouls. They weren't synths.
She didn't choose to go. The quest just appeared.
Her Pip-Boy flickered. The red faded. The green returned. The quest marker vanished.
She didn't know what that meant. But she knew that look. That wasn't a raider high on jet. That wasn't a feral ghoul's hunger. That was the look of a man who had been fighting a war for a hundred years and had no intention of stopping.