Falling For Fallout 4 - Vegas Seven
I'm wheezing as I cut through the underbrush. I can hear the dogs-two of them-hungrily snapping their jaws after me. What little meat they have left on their bones pulls taut against the ribs. I'm nearly out of ammo. My loyal hound, Dogmeat, jumps into the fray, buying me a few seconds to reload my shitty pistol.