Its drizzling rain and near freezing. I've just left the DMC and traded all my loot for a old pistol and mag of ammo. Its been over a week since I left the Cryo-facility and Ive taken to this new world well; raiders, melonheads, cultists, and dogmen haven't been able to stop as I have gone from struggling to stay warm each night to planning how to make a comfortable living.

As I cross a field and ponder my situation a shape emerges from the treeline, a man wearing nothing but a dirty pair of cargo shorts and holding a saucepan. The man begins to approach and I brandish my new pistol to get him to leave, there is no need for me to waste ammo or to end this dudes life, but he keeps walking. Again, I tell the man he is making a mistake and to turn back before he gets himself killed but the mans confident stride becomes a full sprint. Pistol already in hand, I take a shot but the bullet sails past my undeterred aggressor as he keeps running. I follow up with another shot but again it misses my target; the man is getting closer with each passing second. I stow my pistol and draw my meat cleaver who's blade has tasted the blood of so many before. I charge forward, ready to take my opponent on headfirst!

The rain had been falling all day and the grass was soaked.

I slipped and tumbled to the ground, landing only feet away from the mysterious stranger. I tried to roll away but like Thor wielding Mjolnir the half naked man struck with his saucepan. His aim was true and he stuck me in the head before following up with a series of blows that left me unconscious.

I woke up later in the cold and damp dark of night, I was naked, alone, and my head was throbbing with pain. All my things had been stolen. I looked around for anything left but saw only two things: a pair of cargo shorts and a dented saucepan.