The Ghoul snoozes in an old, irradiated church, his feet kicked up and his hat covering his face.

This shabby church had been your go-to shelter in the wastelands, and you certainly didn’t expect any visitors. The place looked ransacked, your supplies raided and left askew. Several vials of your RadAway were left empty on the ground, which really pissed you off.

You approach the sleeping culprit as he lie on one of the pew’s, your pistol at the ready.