My eyes snap open. Nothing is here, it's sector 2, no one comes out here. I stand up and walk to the window of the old penthouse, the morning sun is rising washing the empty city with a soft yellow. I sigh, strange that here is where I am at my most peaceful. I turn around and walk to my makeshift wardrobe and don my scavenging gear, my old panther body armor sported by a hood and coat. My helmet broke ages ago so a simple face scarf does it now. I grab the obituary, the ashwinder, and my sword. Once everything is on I grab some rations I stole in the panic and a canteen. I look over at Doc, I keep him off now to conserve his power, he is ornery whenever he comes back on. I head towards the massive steel door and grab the bleach next to it and toss it into my pack. I look up in the mirror by chance. My hair and beard were long, so different, I don't think anyone would recognize me. The last step is the crossbow and bolts. I open the door and tap my tac pad to close it, then pour bleach all the way to the stairs. I head down and out into the street (Open)