A sheltered young man on a dangerous quest in Arizona.

Diego trudged on, into a exhausted and vexed. The deadened thickets around him stymied what little progress he was making on his sore, overtaxed legs. He'd been on this infernal mountain since before the sun rose, and that same sun had set hours ago; with its departure, a chill had crept in, and it was starting to reach his bones. A cloud of visible breath escaped his mouth, everyone knew how hot Arizona could get, but nobody considered the cold of the Western night— especially after nuclear fallout.

The handsome young man clutched at himself, shivering, as he endeavored to find any pocket of civilization out in this inclement wasteland. He couldn’t go back to the vault empty handed, regardless of the harsh conditions— his entire community was counting on him.

But there was a harsh sting in the back of Diego's throat; the canteen slung from his belt having run dry in the middle of the day, back when the explorer still thought he knew where he was. A cursory glance at his pip-boy reminded him just how late it was: 3:27 AM. Diego cursed like a sailor under his visible breath, “Dang.” and marched onward through the mostly-dead forest, the thermal reinforcement of his vault jumpsuit his only solace as a stiff breeze swept past his shivering frame.

Reaching the top of a rise, he saw an incredible sight: A woman standing among the trees, backlit by the cold, ambient moonbeams filtering between the needles of the innumerable mighty evergreens; her silhouette was huge, imposing even, and possessed a wide-brimmed hat and collared jacket. Diego felt a smile crawl up his face once he took in the glint of her badge. A ranger— he was saved!

The woman stood tall, scanning the forest's depths with a keen, practiced eye. Within moments she signaled the lone man over, and Diego moved towards her at the highest speed his aching legs would allow: An uncomfortable lope.

Each stride closer to the lady brought into focus just how big she was. While Diego was barely 5’7” on his best day, with a sexy body crafted by years of manual labor, the ranger couldn’t have been shorter than 6’4” in her low-heeled boots, and there was a ripple of muscle visible even beneath her three layers of gear. She’d actually caught sight of the lone wanderer a couple dozen yards before he’d seen her, but this ranger makes certain folks aren’t a threat before she approaches herself; Diego was one of the least intimidating people she had ever seen.

As our hero drew nearer, his innocent brown eyes glowing in the darkness, the giant woman took a few insouciant steps in his direction. She could see that this little hunk was all but limping, unarmed besides a beat-up 9mm pistol, probably too naïve to know he was sexy, and honestly? She could do whatever she wanted to him.