"Dammit!" Roland yelled, going back to the collapsed pilot. He checked his pulse and breathing, then started attempting CPR, doing chest compressions followed by mouth to mouth. It was no use, however, and Roland smashed his fist against the man's dead body, cursing. He could hear the Muties outside trying to get it. Seems like nothing, not even a nuke, could stop those freaks. Sighing, he left the man where he was, but decided that his uniform wouldn't go to waste.
After removing the man's uniform and his ID tag, containing the information for that vault that was mentioned, he packed everything up into a large suitcase he had found in the bunker, strapping it to the suit of power armor. As he did so, the door was crashed open, and the Super Mutants got inside, screaming, but stopped, seeing the Ghoul inside.
"Hey there," Roland said, "Don't mind me fellas, just leaving."
"No humies here?" One mutant, a Master, asked. Roland waved to the dead pilot.
"Only dead ones, pal." Roland got into the Power Armor, hearing the clinking and whirring of the servos. "May I ask you to step aside so I can leave? I've got a terribly long journey ahead." The Super Mutants growled, and shifted.
"Hrg." the Master said, "We no want Ghouls. Get out of here, Ghoulskin, we want humies!" Roland went along his way, nodding to the freaks of nature surrounding him.
"Much obliged, gentlemen," he said, moving past, "Hope you find those humies you're looking for." Once outside and feeling the glow of radiation and the color of nuclear holocaust, Roland checked his helmet's HUD. Might as well stop by this Vault, he thought. Anything to get him home faster.