You look around, everyone seems to have left. Peeking over the crumbling concrete barricade you see three bodies, two male, one female. You hear a shot, you freeze. Not close, safe... for now. As you start to investigate the bodies you can tell that they took little fire, each shot was to the head, clean, morbidly perfect. as you inspect the bodies you find that whoever shot them didnt salvage or clean up, good luck for you. You find a good sturdy magged rifle, with a couple other magizines and a good 40 shot barrel one too. you also find a fire axe along with a sturdy long bladed knife. You go to pick up some medical supplies when *whizz* A shot by you ear, if you hadnt ducked down to grab those meds you'd be dead. Lost in your own thought, you trip, as another shot hits the ground beneath where your head just was. You run back to the bunker. Thats enough luck spent for today. you just thank yourself that you're alive, even if it means spending another horrible day in this place.