I walked into my underground bunker. The one I had secured in Battery City, after fighting my way from Seattle. I missed the rain, but who cares about rain when the fucking world is in turmoil? I took out my knife, pulled my sniper's sling off my shoulder and laid it down on the ground, I pulled my trench coat off, and laid down on my bed. I pulled my ray guns out of my holsters, keeping on under my pillow and the other at the foot of my bed. You just never knew what could happen and what the exact situation would be . .