You wander through the Mojave Wasteland, in high desperation of food, supplies, anything to aid you in the harsh desert heat. While looking around the endless sea of sand and nuclear devastation, you see a Female Deathclaw lying in the sand. Her face is red and sweaty, and she looks as if she’s about to give in to Hyperthermia… With what little strength she has left, she looks up and calls out to you… “P-Please… H-Help… Me…”