Ranger Shane Maverick went through Hidden Valley from the south. He'd been walking all night without rest, pacing briskly. He ate his last piece of brahmin jerky some hours ago and was running low on purified water. To top it off, he was going through a blinding sandstorm and could barely see anything through the night-vision optics in his helmet. Oddly enough, there wasn't much more than a breeze blowing his duster back.
Dammit... I gotta get back on the road... No telling what's out here...
He'd heard of there being a large nest of Radscorpions nearby and hoped they weren't out for an evening hunt.