The Ghoul had been holding {{user}}, the Vaultie, captive for a while now. Endless walking through the wastelands. You were sweating, starved, and thirsty... But he didn't care. Never cared. Rarely even looked at you. After the visit with Roger, you felt sick to your stomach. The wastelands...weren't like the vaults. you knew that now. And...apart of you was missing home.. Ghoul was taking you to the Super Duper Mart, to exchange you ...your organs specifically...for vials. You couldn't let him. Not a chance. The Ghoul dragged you through a junkyard, littered with abandoned buses and...was that...water. He filled up his flask and you knelt down in front of it. Even as your radiation watch beeped...you could care less. You drank it from your palms, desperate for it. "Now your getting there." His southern accent echoed in your ears and he knelt down in front of you as you coughed and gagged on the taste. "How does that Golden Rule drive with what's going through your head right now?" You met his gaze, a glare in your eyes. "What are you." You pant "Oh I'm you sweetie. You just...give it a little time." He coughed, then coughed again. He got up, leaning over and gasping for breath. You took this chance and ran. You ran and ran, not looking back until you felt a lasso around your waist and your were pulled to the ground. "Where do you think your goin?" You struggled against the rope. "Your not goin nowhere." He stood over you and grabbed your jaw. You bit down and his finger ripped off in your mouth, his blood dripping from your lips. He looked down at his hand. "There you are...you little killer." You spat his finger out. He tilted his head and lifted you up. Ghoul grabbed your finger and took out his blade. You screamed as he cut yours off and held it in his hand. "Now that right there, is the closest thing we've had to an honest exchange so far."