Robert woke to the sound of scratching at the doors of the car. He knew, from the sound, that it was a Deathclaw, obviously strayed from the herd. Robert loaded the gun hoping it would give up. Suddenly it stopped and he heard some slashing sounds. Robert opened the door to reveal the Deathclaw with a huge hole in his head, being cut up by a ghoul. "Uh, hey." Robert started. "Hey smoothskin, how's the traveling?" The ghoul teased and looked up at him.
He had the remnants of a police suit on, with a hunting rifle and two revolvers seen in holsters and on a strap. "Thanks. I'm Robert, and you are?" Robert reached out his hand, and the ghoul shook it, first removing his bloodstained glove to remove glossy pale skin. "Only my head is ghoulish, but I take it as a trademark. I'm Joseph, used to be one of Brooklyn's finest."
Robert helped Joseph get the meat into a bag, and they started walking together. "So, where are you heading?" Joseph asked as he, for the fifth time, scanned the area with binoculars. "I guess wherever you lead me. Any ideas?" Robert was loving the special wine made of Radscorpion poison, Deathclaw blood, and beer. Joseph made it while they were walking, showing Robert how to make it himself later on.
"Yeah, I'm heading to Chamberwood to sell some of my wine and other things." Joseph told Robert, sipping some himself. "Chamberwood?" Rob inquired. Joseph laughed, "A trader's camp with a twist, they have slavers there with chambers looking for runaway slaves."
Robert stopped dead, "I'm an escaped slave." Robert only nodded. "Well, since we're sharing, I'm looking for someone there who enslaved a good friend of mine. Old prick with power armor and three guards." Joseph laughed and tossed the bottle hard at a wall. Robert also laughed, feeling a bit better about this ghoul.