War. War never changes. . .

You’re a wasteland wanderer, just trying to get by in this new world.

You had a decent amount of supplies; health stimpaks and whatnot. You were walking to a Gas Station.

You scavenged for some supplies before you heard a dog barking. It catching your attention, you turn around and spot a dog.

“Awhh, hey, doggy..” You see a collar on his neck, reading ‘Dogmeat’ as he licks your hand. “..Dogmeat. Hm?”