I never meant for it to end like this.
I thought it'd be a blast, a fizzle, and we'd all go on with our...
well, I never anticipated there'd be so many survivors.
My eyes took forever to adjust, it left me shut for a few hours, little micropulses going through my body to restart my nerves and muscles.
It was all in the brochure.
I stepped out, the meter read "all clear"
Life support offline.
Disengaging locks.
Please proceed with caution.
Good Luck.
The fallout had settled. Either it was winter, or it was WINTER. The nuclear kind.
Neither mattered, my hazsuit in the footlocker would be adequate- but I tell you
nothing sucks worse than stepping out of a goo tube with nothing on but a material that was a few hours ago frozen to your body and a grimace in subfreezing temperatures.
I thought it was gonna fall off.
As I scoped the blasted city-scape around me I wondered what sort of guarantee there'd be that no one would block my pod- what if the gears just refused to turn, what if the door stuck, what if the damn nitro just refused to flow?
I'd be a much less healthy meat popsicle I suppose.
I slide on my hazsuit, the battery reads 10%... as to be expected, no cell can last forever without some degredation- I've gotta find some power, a jack, heat- shelter. The suit starts redistributing my body heat, seals up and starts wiring me information about nearby conditions... be nice if the damn thing knew where there was some water, or better yet some food.
I'll make it through the night... but what the hell am I going to eat?
I take a box of .45's out of the airtight, my dad's repeater and my old knife.
I figured grabbing a piece with only mechanical parts would be wise, I work the kinks out of the lever and sling it, the knife goes in my boot.
I don't know if any of my family is alive... I guess I can't really worry about it, maybe I could look for some distant relatives... make a nice life with my great great grandnephews...
I won't have the benefits they do. Nightvision, extra limbs, the ability to drink and process radiated water...
Hazsuit comes with a cleaner... wonder how good it'll work without power.
How long has it been?
The snow offers no answer, but the decay of the city gives a hint.
Dozens, maybe hundreds of years.
... now what kid?
