You turn on your Pipboy light.
You regret it immediately. Towering over you is seven feet of tall, starving, and very cranky looking Deathclaw. You've only heard stories about this monolithic beast on the few occasions that the outside world had been talked about within the vault. Supposedly as strong as ten men, and allegedly able to rip open armor like a tin can, you realize your journey is about to end as quick as it began. A big, fat, meaty, succulent stuffed treat like yourself would do well to satisfy the beast. You can see it drooling at you as it sniffs at your mouthwatering, plump belly.
You're probably about to die. However you notice the beast's lips are parched and its mouth looks dry. Could it be dehydrated, too?
