Dogmeat: The Loyal Companion of Fallout 3 (Exploring His Impact and Legacy)
The rusted swing set creaked in the wind, a ghostly echo of a childhood long gone. The Capital Wasteland stretched before me, a canvas of gray dotted with the skeletal remains of buildings and the lurking shadows of danger. My Pip-Boy glowed, a meager source of comfort in this desolate landscape, but a different kind…