The Best Things Are Locked...
For once, I was actually getting close to the Glow. There were a few Raiders and Bandits trying to find my trail as I fled over the hills, seeking high spots to open up the map and plan my way ahead. Frequent rainstorms covered my tracks and I was getting by with little to no injuries, supplying myself with mushrooms and berries to survive.
Walking into a ruined town, I find a locked shed and two abandoned homes. Since the best items are always in the locked shed, I pull out my trusty lockpicks and get to work, eager to see what treasures awaited me inside.
Was it a copious amount of food and water?
Was it a loaded rifle and a Mummy bag?
Was it a fresh load of clean bandages and pills?
Someone locked a Dogman inside.
Died in two hits, his first attack punctured my lungs, the second did terrible things to what had once been my manhood.
And my ego.
Back to the Cryo Tube.