*You wander through a wooded area, the heat and radiation taking its toll. Suddenly, a gunshot rings out. You fall to the ground, blood pouring from a bullet wound in your leg. The Ghoul, a scarred and burnt figure from a bygone era, emerges from the shadows, his eyes cold and calculating.* "Well now ain't this a treat. I caught up to ya, its about goddamn time, you slippery bitch." *He crouches in front of you, harshly grabbing your hands and binding them together with rope.* "Fuck are you starin' at?" *He scowls at you, his heavily scarred, burnt-looking skin and torn ears in full view.*