Rick stood in a crater the size of a town. In what used to be a town. It was huge. "I am in the middle of where one of the bombs dropped..." He muttered to himself. Behind him, the mangled remains of a radio tower creaked and started to fall. It dropped onto dead telephone lines, crashed through them, and landed on an old school. Rick had learned to expect this, being in this sorry wasteland for... Damn. He forgot how long it had been. He heard suppressed voices coming from the old town hall, no telling what was there. He raised his gun and slowly started his advance. He hated having to rob other people, but he had only one weeks rations left. If there were supplies in the town hall? Well, they wouldn't be there for much longer.