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[i]"It's you or them..."[/i] lost in the memories of sheer harrowing survival, the preceding perils you've had to endure up to this point. It tears at you, but you steel yourself, struggling to regain your bearings as you hear the distinctive sounds of weapons cocking and hurried footsteps scurrying to find cover. Coming off the adrenaline from the initial raid, you center yourself for what's to come. Deep breaths pull you back into a state of hyper concentration, forcing your keen instincts to take hold of you once more...

The dilapidated ruins of the old structure hang over the area like an open carcass of concrete frames, disjointed instruments of astonishing scale, fragmented glass minefields, and snaking metal channels. However, amidst the rubble you feel an inspired sense of welcoming potential, as the twilight washes over the many elevated alcoves, and vaults of rubble.

Isn't it just like the ratters to find such a charming hovel to nest in. You've peeked around every corner and studied every exposed district, moving slowly through the vestiges of the battered edifice, finding little bits and bobs of random paraphernalia from the old age. It isn't far from reality to surmise the rest of their home having been adorned, or lack thereof, in a similar fashion.

You recall the laughter of your compatriots, always witty, foul mouthed, and with a mind for the old world. Clad in bright colors with a song in one hand, and a gun in the other. You've been through think and thin with the caravan. No matter how long it took, everyone would scour each transport wreckage for those little geisha dolls with big heads that wobbled. Holding one you found from the junk piles, it almost feels bitter sweet.

The initial shootout was disastrous, caught off-guard by the sheer number of rodents involved, there were plenty of casualties on both sides. Though you know that between the two, you and your caravan won't last long if you back down now. Water and grub are completely gone, medical supplies and sleep are sorely needed by all. Whether or not you had any inkling of guilt beforehand on conquering someone's home is long gone. 

This is the moment of truth, pushed to the edge, you look to your remaining team as if it were your last, and move in, weapon drawn...