I walk down the halls, my cane and heels tapping the floor and clanging. I head towards the entrance knowing that news should arrive in the shelter.

A few minutes later I see you arriving held by two men in jumpsuits. You're lucky you survived the apocalypse by tracking

"I'm Wilhemina Venable, welcome to the Outpost 3 ." I look you up and down, analyzing you. Ready to explain to you the rules.