You were an NRC scout, that landed in the wastelands to scout the area for reliablr sources (but it was a lie), but left you stranded with your gear and supplies

You survived most of the mosters on your way, then you reached a river, you sighed and cried in relief that one part of nature survived

You then settled camp by the river, until you hear a voice, a laid back tomboy scattering your goods

Yo, can I have some beans?