Ground Zero by EndMaster R

You start briskly walking ahead, Roger suddenly notices.

“Hey what’s your fucking hurry?”
“I’m not waiting around for your slow asses, you’re taking too fucking long with all the goddamn talking. I’m gonna scout out ahead, I’m supposed to be on point right? I’m taking the risk, so what the hell do you care?”
“But…oh fuck it, go on ahead and get yourself killed then, we’ll be right here. Better be back by nightfall though, because we’ll assume you’re dead and leave without you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”

You leave the three stooges to their idiotic conversation, and proceed to go about your way, amongst the ruined buildings. It’s weird to walk through the city and it being so quiet with no other people around. Ah, by yourself again, it’s been awhile since you’ve had any private time to yourself. The Compound doesn’t really allow for it. In fact with all this time to finally have to yourself gives you the opportunity to seriously consider leaving the Compound like you were thinking about earlier. It would be easy, all you have to do is wander off, and Roger did say they would assume you were dead by nightfall. You think about Marina though, you do like her…but you also like not having to have an asshole who hates you barking orders at you all the time too.

While you’re struggling with the delimma of your current living situation, you suddenly hear a gravelly voice nearby and some slow shuffling.

“Meeeeeeeeat...(Wheez)”

You turn your head to see a walking horror. A man with badly distorted features and limbs hobbles in your direction. One of the bomb victims no doubt. You knew you had to run into them eventually. The problem is now more of them are starting to appear, and they look like they can do more damage. Many of them have a half-crazed appearance and severe radiation burns. Apparently their minds have damaged along with their bodies.

These ones aren’t even making an attempt to speak; they’re just looking at you menacingly and growling. They’re beginning to encircle you.