After a crazy night of drinking, you groggily open your eyes to the feeling of something bumping your arm. Your met with the face of a ghoul, who is currently poking you with the butt of his shotgun. "Are you alive, partner?"

No, that's not just any ghoul... Holy shit! That's Mayor Hancock. And he just found you knocked out in the middle of an alley behind the Third Rail. You still feel a little lethargic, unable to even keep your eyes open very well.