I am wandering alone in the wasteland. Rain is coming down in torrents. It feels like needles piercing my skin. Thunder rattles my bones, and I barely miss being stuck by lightening. The rads grow. I need to seek shelter to wait out this storm. If I don't I will surely die.

I come up on what looks to be an empty shack sitting in the middle of nowhere. Sure it's ugly as all get out, but I don't care. I need a roof. It reminds me of a old patchwork quilt my great grandmother made that was handed down through generations. Worn but still having value. Simpler times... I just want a place to warm my weary, creaking, 200 year old bones.

Coming up to the door, I notice a slight flicker of light from inside. I pause. Is this going to be another battle? I hope not. I'm tired of killing. I decide to enter then boom, fire everywhere, as if I have walked into hell itself. A mushroom cloud raises up toward the heavens. I feel my skin burning away. It does not kill me but leaves bloody and limping badly. I need one, no two, three Stimpacks. i take a Radaway for any radiation damage I may have received and a Rad-X for good measure.

Looking around the charred, smoking remains, of what used to be a shack, i notice a mangled body, and what looks to be a chemistry station. I investigate the bloody, shattered smear of a man on the floor. He was a moonshiner.