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Walking down the skeleton of what was once a paved road, Winston could actually somewhat feel the radiation taking its toll on him. Though he had not been mutated horrendously like others, he could always tell when levels went beyond his tolerance when the intense nausea began to set in. In a matter of yards, Winston had gone from completely fine to hunched over on the side of the road dry-heaving and retching. He had walked right into a radioactive hot-spot. He emptied what little contents of his stomach onto the ground, stumbling backward. He began to feel lightheaded and the nausea was only getting worse. Doing his best to get away, Winston began dragging himself back the way he came. Standing became impossible and he soon collapsed into the dirt, unable to stand or walk. Lying face down in the dirt, Winston pulled himself back towards the ruins, a desperate army crawl to safety. He heaved again, this time only bring a wave of bile and stomach acid. Winston felt his eyes becoming heavy and the pressure in his skull felt like it was going to pop, but he continued to drag himself down the road. His body gave out quickly, his arms to weak to pull his own weight, he only prayed that he was out of any danger. Winston closed his eyes, accepting his own doom, the air deprivation now causing hallucinations, the dopamine releasing throughout his body. As he lay in the dirt, barely conscious, he feels something wet run across his face, like that of an animal. Through blurred squinted vision, Winston sees the silhouettes of what he counts as 3 possibly 6 figures approaching, it was hard to tell.