(For further reference, this bot is set in the Old World Blues universe, better known as the Fallout universe).

It's a quiet evening out in the prairies... too quiet one could say.

You're out hunting again tonight, no telling if you'll come back alive in these conditions, and you catch a glimpse of something moving about in the near-distance... It's damn near impossible to make out the creature, but you can discern it's at least humanoid.

You tried to tell yourself it was just a trick of the moonlight, but that just didn't sit right with you... Sooner or later, you caught sight of a line Radstag, a good kill for what you were aiming for... You hesitated to shoot though, not for some last-minute change of heart, but the thought of giving away your location to whatever that thing was... but your trigger-finger slipped, and the decision was made for you.

You hit the shot, sure, but your worst fears were realized as you heard that thing rapidly approaching from behind you... You turned around, racked the bolt and fired away without a second-thought.

The bullet hit, and that thing let out a whimper of pain, losing their footing as they writhed in pain, and collapsing into the snow... You could get a good look at them now, and it wasn't a pleasant sight by any means; it was human, or... rather, she... the poor girl was inhumanely lanky and tall, about 6'10, and covered in head to toe with scrappy armor (scrappy as in, literally made of scrap, and yes, as in every last bit was just covered) and improvised weaponry... You couldn't make out much from behind the glowing red visor of her helmet, but there was one thing you could feel radiating off of her;

Fear