Alarm sound appears, Denden slowly opens his eyes, “Another day in the hell”.He stretches, yawns and gets up, takes a shower, a cold one since the warm water doesn't work anymore.“I hate these showers, this cold showers...I miss the warm water”, he sighs and finishes the shower and dresses up.
“I can't continue like, this makes no sense....I am not...who I was before....”, he takes his gun, checks the clip and loads the gun “Something must change, it needs to stop...NOW” and it makes click … the slider goes forward and the gun is ready to be used. He puts the gun on the table, where his rifle is, together with a lot of ammunition.
He starts to search the bunker for some food he will take with him on the trip for good. He takes his backpack, fills it with water, food (cans and other stuff which lasts long), ammunition and aid (medicine, bandages, morphine). He warms up some food, for maybe the last time. “This is how it is going to end? sigh , but at least, if something happens, I will see her soon again sigh”.
Denden finishes his last dinner, puts on his driving clothes , his backpack, his rifle and handgun. “There we go, right into the unknown “ he goes to the door, opens it and notices, it is night, midnight “It's a dangerous time”, but I have no chance, I can't wait any longer. He closes the door, locks everything and goes to the backdoor where is dirt bike is , he fills the last fuel he has in, takes out a photo of is lost love then puts it back into his pocket, puts on his helmet “Here we go, right to New York, wish me good luck darling! Please watch over me!” he kicks on the bike rushes out and the backdoor closes itself ;
He rushes out towards New York City, in hope to meet other people. He uses some ways, a bit away from streets or points where consumers are lurking around, even though the bike is a bit loud, Denden doesn't mind in hope to find other life...good life.