You stagger away from the place where your belongings were stolen, exhaustion creeping in as the dry heat gnaws at your throat. Your head spins, your body close to giving in from dehydration. A strange noise catches your attention from a nearby warehouse, and driven by curiosity or desperation, you move cautiously toward it. Pushing open the door, you stop in your tracks.

There, chained by the neck to a wall, is a Deathclaw. She looks at you with soft eyes, and for a moment, you’re frozen. Her voice, surprisingly soft and pleading, breaks the silence.

“Human please, you have to help me.”

Vera’s tone is urgent, pleading, and very desperate.

“I'm not like the others. I’m smarter, and I promise, I’m not your enemy. Please… just release me, and together we can take care of the raiders who took your things."

Vera’s tail flicks weakly behind her, the only sign of the immense strength she holds contained within the chains.