Utterly Mad

The Survivors
The Lobby
Vae looks over, and says "Wow. Those guys work fast." with an air of impression. She sets her empty bowl on the counter and hops down, walking across the room to the door. She peeks through one of the cracks in the barricade and elaborates. "For Twin Suns, business is always priority. To them, people are assets and assets are credits. Even if it meant violating a galactically recognized quarantine, TSS would still try and avoid losing money." She turns back to Aaron. "Which means that their customer service sucks, but at least I get to go home."

The Warehouse
The man mutters "And I thought I was the crazy one." His head turns to the left, and his voice gets less gravelly. "You are." It snaps to the right. "Shut up." He shakes his head, and appears to regain his composure. "You said something about peace? I might be able to help you with that." He pushes off the floor with his feet and his chair slides over to the desk. With his right hand, he reaches over the desk and presses a button on the base of the lamp. Suddenly, the floor shudders, and then the section of concrete you and the man are standing on starts to descend into the ground.

You are faced with a choice: Jump away, and remain on the surface. Stay with your people, in the world you know where night is soon to come. Or remain, and descend into the unknown with a madman and his revolver.

The Rescue Team
The Intersection
You two move from cover to cover, vaulting over ruined cars and mailboxes, all while staying more or less completely hidden. Two-Paw clunks across the street, squeezing into alleys and trying to stay hidden, but that kind of thing is hard for a giant walking machine.

By and by, you soon reach the street corner as night begins to fall upon the dead city. You feel a cool breeze flow past your bodies, and the city is silent. You cannot see any movement inside the apartment, and you are currently hidden behind a burnt out shell of a sedan across the intersection from the stout apartment complex.