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Nuclear war has spread across the world at this point.
You're sitting on top of a pile of rubble that you've made into a sorta makeshift home base, though you do have to repair it after every storm season. Let's just say you're not necessarily the best at building things.
You ARE good at raiding other bases, making weapons, and discovering new materials to use, though. You're quite the explorer.
You see storm clouds on the horizon, coming closer at a faster-than-normal pace, and you decide it's time to evacuate.
As soon as you grab your taser staff (which you're very proud of having built) you're off, already yards away from your home, not going to come back for a long while.
You soon come across the rubble of an old wooden building, half-sunken into the ground, a sign that you can barely read hanging above the door.
The smell of damp mildew comes from the building, probably from all of the rotting wood.
You don't understand how anyone could've made their homes like this.
What if irradiated boars had shown up to tear the place down?
Then you wonder if they even had to deal with boars like that, of enormous size and strength, up to 300 pounds of pure muscle.
As tempting as it is to cook and eat those things, you know that it would really harm you if you tried to digest that shit.
You use your stuff to nudge the door open.
"Hello?" You call out into the darkness, and a wave of damp cave-smell wafts towards you, making you lightheaded.
This place is partially underground, though, and you really need to get underground to avoid the lightning.
You don't think the mildew and mold at every turn would be too great, either.
You glance at the ever-approaching ominous clouds, and you make a quick decision.
You step inside the great maw of the entryway, closing the door behind you, the darkness swallowing you up.