Fallout Age: from the Vault

Lin Bei stood on the hillside at the exit of the shelter, with an endless wilderness in his field of vision. The ground was cracked, and the cracks were deep enough to fit a fist into. The edges of the cracks were dark red, like dried blood. The remains of abandoned vehicles were half-buried in the soil, so rusted that only their skeletons remained. There are a few dead trees in the distance, their branches twisting and stretching toward the sky, like dying people asking for help. No birds chirped. No insects chirping. There was no sound of any living thing. There was only the sound of the wind - whining across the wasteland, kicking up gray-yellow dust. "This is..." Lin Bei's voice was so dry that it didn't sound like his own. The world in his memory was not like this. The world outside the shelter should be cities, streets, people, and cars—not this dead wasteland.