Moving forward quickly I moved in through a side door, hearing the creaking from the non-oiled bolts as they turned inwards so I could move into the house. I quickly looked to the left and moved towards a decent-sized cabinet that held a few of my weapons in it, I pulled out a tiny key and placed it in a small hole within the cabinet. Twisting it to the left and then to the right multiple times I managed to hear a click come from the storage compartment; I opened it straight after.
Looking in I quickly decided on a few ideas of what could happen over the day, I was thinking whether to raid a small shack I'd seen in the distance the other day. Or to enter a cave that seemed like it might house a few interesting goodies inside, although the growls I'd heard from a distance weren't very encouraging. Quickly making up my mind I pulled out a 5.56mm assault rifle and two fragmentation grenades, rummaging through a few drawers I pulled out four clips for the rifle.
Shaking my head I sighed lightly and looked out a grubby window, the sun's rays were starting to shine through; meaning my time was starting to run out. I lived by the smallest amount of light I could but never in the darkness, never again after what happened... I took a light breath and felt the dust of the Wastes draw into my lungs, feeling it rub against the walls of my inner body; almost making it bloody and raw. After such a life I'd had what could I do but fear it?
After closing my eyes for a split second I moved towards the door, slinging my rifle over my back and putting the grenades upon my belt. For my age it wasn't surprising that I was always so fearful of everything, being a teenager in the Wastes was worse than most people would ever think. Quickly moving over to the small medical box on the wall I pulled out a few stimpacks and one or two painkillers; I'd gotten use to patching myself up these days.
What could I do but live by my own code at the age of fourteen?