Name: Warren | Status: Healthy | Age: 31 | Equipment: A radometer. DVD player. 10mm handgun (27). 44 Magnum (0). Pack of personals. 2 Uzis (17).
Gained: Fun size of Nacho Cheese Errows
Lost: None
After walking out on the two of the guys in the warehouse because they seemed to think I was a slaver in disguise, I walked back towards the river, being careful to stay away from the rooftops and any glass windows. If I've been keeping track correctly, this is December 31st - and according to my simple watch, it's nearly midnight. It's almost New Years, one of the holidays I used to celebrate with my family, when they were alive. I walk silently towards the river, and after a few seconds I reach 5th St. I cross it, looking both ways as if for traffic, but I'm really scanning for any of the men in black, or anyone in general, really. I get safely across to the other side and proceed down the sharp bank descending into the river area.
There are small streams flowing everywhere, gouging small canyons and gullies into the desert-like dirt. Even in the dim moonlight, you can see the unhealthiness of it. I kneel down next to one of the streams and put my pack on the ground and dig through it for my radometer. I start it up and point it down at the water just for curiosity. The digital reading begins reading; 0.000; but it climbs because air all around is irradiated even if we didn't have problems with the reactors and stolen nuclear weapons thugs are carrying around. Eventually it hits a; 21.617; this is average, I got readings like this in the city all of the time, however the number keeps climbing. As it eventually tops; 102.693; I begin to get a little iffy. If I sit here much longer I'll feel sick and in this world, that's not good. Yet for some reason, I stay, hypnotized by my own wonder. It hits; 156.128; and the red light below the screen goes on indicating these levels may be quite dangerous indeed. The number finally stops at; 173.764; and I shut it down and put it away.
I begin to ponder on the day when anyone could stand in this very spot and not be in any health troubles, except maybe with the authorities. The water could have rushed by fast and clear as the bright sun shown right through the bottom. Those days are gone.
I pick up my back and sling it over one shoulder and head back to the edge of the river. I climb back up the rocks check my watch; a new year will begin in just a few minutes. The timing is quite odd, but I can't help but see a small bag of potato chips lying on the sidewalk a few feet in front of me. I lean forward and pick it up; Nacho Cheese Errows. I've never heard of this but I pop open the back and they seem fresh. I toss one in my mouth and it overwhelms me with it's taste. Happy new year to me.
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