[color=ed1c24][u][b]James Gregor Castner[/b][/u][/color]

They easily passed through the crumbling pre-war edifices. They were oddly unnerving. He’d confidently made his way through the streets of D.C. for years in this same sickly twilight. But this was something different. Downtown D.C. had been all scorched earth, a dead land. Here he could sense there was sinister life behind every stone, with only malicious intent towards the invaders who trekked through their eldritch world.

Though the fog was thick, he could see they were approaching a shallow body of water engineered to be a water source. Fog condensers around the reservoir were rusted and dead, but there was a source of soft orange light coming from some weeds…

The earth shook, suddenly and violently, as a deformed monster burst from the pond. Before he could fire Shark, the monster roared an ear splitting challenge and launched radioactive spit directly at him. He remembered a behemoth’s tossed concrete block as he threw himself to the side, dodging the attack. 

He quickly got up as another roar punctured the air. The monster savaged the Enclaver, and was preparing to pounce again. Even though they had once been enemies in a war for the wasteland itself, he instinctively drew Bear from it’s holster to defend his new comrade and fired three .44 shots at the creature...