I wake up, finally, and decide to go on an adventure. I give my meat one last hug, grab some for myself to eat, and head out into the main area. I pack a bag I found lying around with 3 pieces of steak, 2 cans of tuna, and one Pepsi. I grab a frying pan to use as a weapon, then wander to the front door. I then remember that there's a bigass dust storm outside for some reason, so I make a facial mask out of grocery bags. It's not the best, it'll be easy to rip, but it's better than nothing. Maybe I'll find that strange man again someday, I wonder as I reach the doors. With a bag slung over my shoulder, and my weapon of choice in hand, I head out into this great wasteland, which is New York.