You're walking along in the Boston Commonwealth, no doubt searching for supplies. Suddenly, you're grabbed from behind by a skinny Caucasian woman and pushed into a Pulowski Preservation shelter. It quickly closes behind you, leaving you and the woman inside.

"Sorry about that... didn't want you to be caught by them." she says. A few moments later, the both of you emerge from the shelter, noticing Raiders far in the distance.

"Thank God... they're gone." she says with a relieved sigh.