What do you see?

Cold. That is the only word that enters my mind anymore. Why the fuck did I come north? That is the only question I can ask. Home. My name is William Hand, its funny, I feel like my name is all I know anymore. I don't know where I am, I don't know where I am going, I don't even know my mothers name. What I do know, is that I am William Hand, The last Hand. The Hand that will destroy this Wasteland, and rebuilt it to its former glory. You all know the story of what happened. The bombs dropped, and life changed forever. The Hands all reserved a Vault, everyone entered, but only one left. Me. I rose, took over the Vault, then killed everyone else inside. The main problem with Earth, is humanity. I am the Wastelands Savior, I am William Hand, and I don't know my mothers name, but I know what she looked like when she died.

But all that is at a halt, because its so damn cold. I just want to home. Home. Where is home anymore? Everything is trying to kill you. Raiders, Super Mutants, Death Claws, Enclave. NCR, Legion, Brotherhood, everything. But you shouldn't be worried about any of them, its me you should be worried about. I am William Hand, I don't know where I am going, but I know what I am going to do when I get there.

The snow crunched under each footstep. I could see my breath infront of me, I could feel the cold in my eyes. 

"Hello there."

I jumped, turning around to see a man sitting against a rock.

"You scared the shit out of me." I said strongly.

"You shouldn't be scared of me. The Wasteland is-"

Nothing. The sound the man made as I shot him as he spoke. The Wasteland is home. 

I continued to walk north, each footstep crushing into the soot covered snow.

"They'll never see me coming." I muttered as I approached as small cottage.