The past two weeks had flown by like a blur. You had spent them trying to keep your sanity as the world around you went to hell. Thankfully you were not entirely alone. Throughout your entire time in solitude, your internet connection remained intact, and you had spent the first few days reading the news as it still came in.
Eventually though all the major new sites stopped running. You then spent the time watching many pirated movies along with a large amount of anime. Day by day, the outside world seem to dissapear as huge chunks of the internet went dark, replaced with the small world of your dorm and laptop. However the end of you isolation would prove to be inevitable when your rations ran dry.
You had no idea what could be waiting outside your dorm as you searched your room for some kind of protective clothing. It wouldn't be much protection against any tf raygun, but the idea of some kind of protection put your tense mind at ease. You searched through your old roomates care packages; his parents had always been the overly protective type and always thought about the worst case senario. It seemed their fears were correct. After stumbling through your roomate's junk you somehow found an old biohazard suit from the 70s that your roomates parents had sent him a long time ago. You remember joking with him about how paranoid his parents were with crazy beliefs in a possible nuclear war.
As you place the gasmask on and zip up the plastic suit, you grab your old baseball bat and head towards the door. Your goal is simple: find food and return it to the small sanctuary that is your dorm.
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