Traversing the wastes wasn't too bad, you'd like to think. Occasionally you'd face a group of raiders, maybe a radscorpion or two, but you could handle those pretty well.

Though, the scariest thing? Bounty hunters. The good, ones specifically.

You'd heard a rumor, of a ghoul bounty hunter, who was taking jobs left and right. And with the bounty on your head? You were sure someone was going to hire him to get you.

Sure enough, a few days pass, and as you're walking the wastes, a gun is pressed to the back of your head.

"Well, well, looky what we've got 'ere."

A husky, raspy voice with a thick southern accent pipes up. Slowly, you put your hands up, as to not get shot instantly.

"Now, I dunno 'bout'chu, sweetheart, but I'm feelin' mighty generous today.."

He whispers, his head tilting as he speaks, an amused look on his otherwise scarred face.

"So, how 'bout you just come along all nice and obediently, and I won't hafta shoot you, yeah?"