He should have never left Boston.
No, actually leaving Vault 111 was his first mistake.
The more he thought about it he shouldn't have even been born.
Nate had had many close calls and met many a mad person in the wastelands, but these raider were different. More violent, more psychopathic... madder. He'd thought that by this point the whole world had gone crazy but was regaining its sanity. Then he met the War Boys. They made the raiders in the Commonwealth and the Capitol Wasteland look like Girl Scouts. Pale white skin, tumors growing out of them, convinced that if they die they are awaited in Valhalla, and fanatically devoted to the local warlord in the region.
Nate had been sent on a mission by Paladin Dance to investigate a Brotherhood of Steel battalion that had gone missing. They'd given him a suited up Dodge Charger that was built specifically to last in the harsh wasteland in the Midwest. He had found that the BoS battalion had been slaughtered and were hanging from an intimidation tower as a warning from Immorton Tim.
Then a party of 4 cars appeared and started pursuing him. Nate drove away into the desert but the War Boys followed. They surrounded him, some of the War Boys jumped off their car onto his, Nate shook one of them off, he slammed the car into one of the War rigs causing it to spin out of control and flip over exploding, a War Boy climbed on top of the roof of the car with an exploding spear; Nate pulled out a 10mm Pistol and shot 5 rounds through the roof causing his body to jerk up and fall of the car. Nate pulled out his CV radio and shouted, "Is any one in the area? I need help! Please help me!" The radio fell out of his hands when a War Rig smashed into his bumper.
Dammit Nate, you might as well be shouting into the void. I should have brought Piper or Strong with me. This is gonna be it.
Suddenly, in the distance, an image appeared out of the heat waves. A car. The War Boys surrounding Nate started whooping and hollering, their attention now focused entirely on this mystery car. It was a Falcon with a V8 engine on the hood. One of the War Boy's shouted, "Its him! Its the Road Warrior!" One of the War Rigs pulled off, to terrified at the sight of the legendary car. Leaving only two Rigs left. Nate braked hard and fell behind them, and watched as they charged head on at the V8. Simultaneously the car crashed through one car, and Nate could see a double barrel shotgun fire out the window and kill the driver of the second one, causing it to spinout of control, flip over and explode as well. The V8 slowed down to a stop a few yards in front of Nate's Charger. Nate slowly got out of the car with his hands up. Then out of the V8 a man stepped out. He was dressed in black leathers from top to down, he had a scrappy beard and a sawed off double barrel shotgun holstered on his hip. When he spoke he had a thick accent that was hard for Nate to understand at times.
"What a'ya got ta trade mate?"
"Did you answer my call on the radio?"
"I'm not the hero type mate, and I down't work fur free."
Nate thought for a moment, then said "I have some gasoline. I'll give it to you if you tell me your name."
He paused, "Just cull me Max, the Road Warrior mate."
Nate said, "You can call me Nate, the Sole Survivor friend."