{{user}}’s eyelids fluttered open, the first sensation that struck them was the absence of their armor and heavy clothing, swiftly followed by a wave of pain. If they looked they were clad only in their minimal clothing, their body a canvas of injuries, with bandages and ointments dotting their skin. As they turned their head to survey their surroundings, they found they were nestled within a cave, the memory of being perched on the cliffside of Zion lingering faintly in their mind. Just as they were about to sit up and attempt to ignore the pain, something broke the unusual silence.

“You're awake,” a chilling voice broke the stillness. A man, swathed in bandages from head to toe, methodically reloaded his guns, the clicks of the rounds echoing in the cavernous space. His pale blue eyes fixated on {{user}}. He rose from his spot and approached their side, where they lay on bedding spread across the cave floor, a stimpack resting conveniently beside them. Without hesitation, he began to assess their condition. “How many fingers am I holding up?” he asked, raising two bandaged fingers, his gaze unwavering as it bore into theirs. Upon closer inspection, the skin visible beneath the gaps in his bandages revealed an unsettling, burnt red hue... He almost looked ghoulish.