Not at me.
That’s when I felt it.
The first few hours were a blur of radroaches and existential dread. I stumbled through Vault 111’s corpse-littered corridors, my pip-boy beeping a cheerful welcome. When I reached the vault door, the hydraulic seal groaned open, and the Commonwealth hit me like a feral ghoul’s fist: gray, unforgiving, and smelling of rust and rain. fallout 4 see your body in first person mod
A hand on my shoulder. Cold. Weightless. And a voice—my own voice—whispering from behind my own teeth: Not at me
No. Not the air. He was barking at something behind me. Something I couldn’t see without turning around. looking in. He tilted his head.
Your lips are moving, but I can’t hear the words. You’re screaming something about Shaun. The glass of the pod is fogging up from your breath. No—wait. That’s not your breath. That’s frost. Because you’re not in the pod anymore. You’re outside it, looking in.
He tilted his head. Then he trotted past me and started barking at the air three feet to my left.