Fancy the Dogman Slayer

I began the game a feeble man. Though skilled at tracking, once a medical student. Quite athletic, resilient, and a good metabolism. I was lucky enough to find a shack, giving myself some clothes, a backpack, food, water, and a high quality meat cleaver. I was attacked not too long later, big mistake for that bandit. I struck him down, only taking a scratch. I took his gear and continued my journey. I sustained myself with wild berries and mushrooms. I had more than enough water to keep from suffering from dehydration.

A few days had passed when my luck kicked in. I found another shack in the woods. This time it held a near perfect rifle, along with 19 rounds. Not to mention lockpicks and another backpack. I continued my journey, scavenging the wasteland on my way towards the glow. I was attacked while looting. It was not man, only half a man. A dogman. I decided this was the best time to try out my gun skills. Behold the power of man's creation, for with a single shot the beast fell before me. I raised my rifle in the air in success and continued my journey. It was that night I was attacked again. Perhaps it was the last beast's mate or ally coming for revenge. It shared the same fate.

With my rifle, I was a god. No creature could defeat me. I was no fool though, I saved the ammo for only the stronger enemies. The weaker ones I hacked to pieces with my trusty meat cleaver. When the third beast came, I was not prepared. I took a good hit, but was able to kill the beast. Luckily I have 2 full nanorobot medkits. I recovered quickly and continued my wast east. This is the part where I fell....

From cholera.