You’ve already spent enough time in radsville to get sick, or mutate, what’s one more day? If something bad’s going to happen to you internally there’s really not much you can do about it now except hope the suit is more protective than you think it is. You can however probably lessen you chances of getting ripped apart and eaten if you don’t go wandering the city at night. You decide to search the building before it gets too dark; you don’t find anything really useful though, at least nothing that’s any more useful than what you’re already carrying. You end up looking in lunch area refrigerator and find some rotten food along side what would undoubtedly be flat pop at this stage. Nope you’re not going to find any supplies in this place, you’re just glad you had the sense to take extra water with you; you’ll probably need it assuming you manage to get out the city alive.

Eventually you go to an office that looks relatively secure and intact. You barricade the door and slump against one of the corners and fall asleep…lightly.

The next day arrives and you’re half surprised that you don’t find something gnawing on your arm (And relieved!) now that you’re fairly well rested again you take a quick check of your belongings, reload your rifle and prepare yourself.

You exit the building and start quickly tracing your way back to where you first arrived in the city. You don’t care where you end up, just as long as you’re out of this place. You’re about halfway to your destination when you come across a couple of bloody mangled bodies, radiation suited bodies. It’s hard to tell who’s who, since the heads have been taken and the entrails are lying all over the road, but it’s obviously two of three stooges. Something didn’t go well.

Your brief inspection is interrupted by a shotgun blast that splatters the remains of one of the bodies all over your own suit.

“HAAAAAAA MORE MEAT!” a raspy voice shouts, with a clicking reload of a shotgun. The thing that just tried to take your head off is shooting at you from an upper window of one of the buildings. You spin around and firing a burst causing it to duck for cover, but with his fellows being alerted, you really need to get the hell out of here.

You start running with the horde of freaks chasing you again. You can’t help feel like you’ve done this before! You see the end of the city though and can only hope they’ll stop chasing you when you finally leave it.

Of course THAT doesn’t happen, even after you leave the city limits a lot are still in pursuit, In fact you even see a few lingering outside that join the chase, you turn around and unload a clip into the mob hoping it’ll slow it down a bit.

While the mob tends to back off and disperse a bit, they still aren’t ready to give up completely, however you see more trouble, but possibly hope as well.

The car you arrived in is still there, there’s also another suited body lying close by it, you can only hope its Steve and that he still has the keys on him. Of course the cannibal freaks lingering around the body might be inclined to stop whatever plans of escape you might have.

You step up your speed, raise your empty rifle and smash it into the skull of the first ugly radiated cannibal that attacks you. To your surprise your force causes the damn thing’s face to completely cave in, killing it instantly. The other two grab on to your arms, causing you to back kick one in the stomach freeing up your other arm to punch the other one in the face. You grab Steve’s pistol still on the ground and quickly put a couple of slugs in the pair of them before they can recover. You then thank gods of luck that your next find is his keys still in his hand, as the rest of the mob has regrouped and quickly approaching.

Firing another few rounds into the mob, you quickly get in the car and start it up, which it does immediately. You spin the car around and drive off, the group chases you for a little while still, but eventually you leave them far behind. You’ve escaped.

“Fuck yeah! That was just like a fuckin’ zombie movie!” you say to yourself half laughing in victory.

In fact it’s a victory that’s better than you could’ve thought, you now have a car to drive around in, well until it runs out of gas, but you’re hoping you’ll find someplace that’s still somewhat civilized by the time that happens (Or at least some more gas). While you’re driving you wonder if you shouldn’t just go back to the Compound, but you shake your head at this idea. There has to be better places than that to stay, and even if there aren’t you’ve proven to yourself that you’re able to survive on your own under strenuous conditions. You like being by yourself anyway, though it’s too bad you won’t get to see Marina again, but as they say you can’t have everything.

You don’t know what the possible future holds, but you’re confident that you’ll be able to handle it.