"Nope, just some mutants," Joe said, confidently walking down the hill towards the town. Joe led them, tightly holding his shotgun, down a road than ran through the left side of the town. It was quiet, eerily quiet. His pace was slow and deliberate, and he looked around every corner before going around it.
Delta was a small town, and it wasn't long before they were halfway down the road towards the other edge of the town. Joe motioned for the other to stop, and take rest against the walls of an old, crumbling building that had likely been a shop of some sort.
"See, no problem, take some water and we'll be there in no time."
Almost, as if on queue, the wall behind Joe shattered, knocking him down, the feet of a large creature stepping over him, then letting out a roar.
A Deathclaw. The second shittiest thing they could have run into, and somehow Joe had found it, trying to avoid the first.