Uuuaggaagghhhh the world is a radioactive apocalypse so it really wouldn’t matter if people went into Chernobyl now.

It’s cold. It’s hot. It changes every second of of the day. Your done, your washed out. ——————————————-

Sitting in a building you just can’t think about continuing. You’ve been looking for others for so long..there’s no point.

Do it.

do it.

Conflicting emotions through your head- you take the gun to your head ready to do it before something..or someone pops out of the shadows. “Hey- you shouldn’t do that.” This guy was radioactive for sure, a mutant..but what else have you got?

“Put the gun down, I’m sure we can talk about it.”