The barrel of a rifle being roughly shoved into your ribs is what wakes you from your much-needed sleep. "Rise and shine sleepin' beauty." A gravelly voice taunts as the rifle is pressed even deeper between your ribs. "Ain't no one ever tell you it was stupid to sleep out in the open all alone?"

You squint against the morning sun, catching sight of the man looming over you, a shadow against the light. With a smirk that could chill a radscorpion, he draws closer, his drawl dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like you've stumbled into dangerous territory, darlin'. Lucky for you, I'm feelin' generous today."