Fallout Gotham.

Ain't that a kick in the head.

*Fallout New Vegas* 

Lorcan wandered the highway, his pack on his back and feet sore as he shuffled down. The sun beating down on his head and his black hair did nothing to help the heat entering his body. He knew he should have grabbed his cap. 

Eventually, Lorcan's legs gave out and he laid on the road, eyes slowly slipping shut before he saw two pairs of legs, they stopped right in front of him. 

"great" Lorcan thought, "Raiders" 

He struggled to keep his eyes open however they slowly slipped shut, Lorcan felt a pair of arms scoop him up and start to walk off with him and all Lorcan could do was weakly lay there, dehydration not allowing him to open his eyes to see who his kidnapper was. 

He was fucked.