Rick knocked down the door to the hall with the butt of his gun. It wasn't hard; the place was in shambles. He spotted some frightened people, none of which had a gun. "Don't move! I'll shoot ya!" Rick did his best to sound intimidating as he searched the makeshift satchel he found nearby. All he could scavenge was a small bottle of painkillers and a fresh apple. He started out of the town hall, gun still pointed at its residents. He shouted, "Stay back!" as he left, and started his ascent out of the crater. When he got out, he saw a truck, tilted sideways with an unknown substance dripping out of it.