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You look upon the wreckage of the shed, the flames have died down but the endless flood of smoke fills your vision, it beats down on you through the damp shirt. You can hardly breathe. The smoke darkens everything near the shack as the sun already hangs lower in the sky than when you started.
The scrap lodged within the roof creaks and groans as the wind races through it, the closer you approach the more sounds you clue in on. If it doesn’t collapse now it will soon, and whatever you had in there before the bomb is going with it. But this is no where near safe, nothing’s stopping the building from buckling with you in it.
As you stop and weigh your decision the constant sounds of the burning scrap metal does little to cure your doubts, neither does the damp trail of fetid blood leading to the door. It smells of sulfur.
What’s the plan? How do you spend the rest of your allotted time.
>Head into the wrecked shed to get your gear
>Attempt to scrap the salvage atop the shed [RISK CRUSHING GEAR]
>Take the solar panels down and head back inside
>Leave the solar panels up and try to hide them to the best of your ability
>To hell with the time, you packed for the long haul, stay outside longer and explore the neighborhood.
>Write in
