Note: some of the story will be in FP and the rest will be TP. I do not own anything.
Prologue
"I woke up at the start of a normal day surviving the wastes and started my chores for the day. 1 check the barricades, 2 check the air filter, 3 check the water purifier, 4 check the storage, 5 feed the cows, 6 milk the cows, 7 feed the hens, 8 collect eggs, and 5 get fuel for the generator. Not a pretty bad list if I do say so myself." I said, chuckling. Everything was a breeze but when he got to the last one, "here`s the hard part." He said as he put on his boots and opened the garage, where his precious bike was stored.
-Four Hours Later-
He was looking around for more cars, jerry cans, or anything that had fuel when a flash of color caught his eye. He took a step back knowing that bright colors in these times, was a signal for radiation. But when he listened closely he heard quiet, barely audible sounds of breathing. When he found the source of the sound he found a box and when he opened it he was confused but found something he recognized immediately.