[ WP ] The death of the penultimate human .

I was walking to the storage room, overly concentrated on the rumbling of my stomach. I walked as if in a daze, letting my hand drag against the concrete walls. The friend I had left was waiting there, stretched lazily over his wheelchair, despite the wheels being badly attached with a strange plethora of tape and glue. 
 
 
 `` That's it. We're out.'' His expression haggard, worn down by the last few years. 
 
 
 `` Already? Does n't even feel like we've been down here long..'' I tried not to let the worry show on my face, but fail. I knew what that meant. The Greenhouse was n't in season yet, so I'd have to go outside, and scavenge. Look for non-perishables, an activity that gets harder day by day. I did n't even bother reassuring Mike, I just left the room and started putting on my gear, hurrying to leave before I had time to think about it. Gas Mask. Hazmat suit. I even took care to strap a revolver under my arm, mostly covered in folds of my new clothes. I halfheartedly went to the garden and nibbled on a baby carrot, not yet made it to full growth. But my appetite was gone now. I shoved the rest in my mouth, and strolled leisurely towards the airlock. I did n't want to go, but I had no choice. The vault slid open, air hissing on the outer edges to mix with the filtered air of the outpost. I stepped inside, hands shaking as I opened the other side of the airlock manually. I sprinted out of the door, having to slow down quite a bit to climb several flights of stairs to the surface. I did n't think I would be smelled this far down from the surface, but the best remedy for the risk would to get away as fast as possible. As I ran, I checked my mental map. I had already taken most of the supplies from the remains of the nearby grocery stores, leaving the unlikely option of searching households for non-dented cans of food. I rushed into a home at the end of the street, careful to close all doors and windows to cut off airflow. I walked slowly into the kitchen, so focused on making no sound I did n't notice the automated turret focused on the back door. Finding nothing in the kitchen's cabinets, I freeze when I hear a clatter outside, probably from the backyard. I wait for a few minutes before I move again, I stick my head out to the back door, just in time to catch a turret round in my gas mask, cracking the glass irreversibly. Knowing my time is running out, I run all around the house, desperately hoping they just happen to have a gas mask around, but to no avail. I keep crawling, looking for even tape to seal off the mask, but fall down to the floor, and keep crawling as everything fades to black. 
 

