Once Rikkun stepped out, turned around and shut the bunker door behind him. He believed that he had met someone he could truly trust. He had just eaten something that resembled ink, had the consistency of ink, but when he swallowed it, his ravenous hunger and delirious thirst quickly dissipated quickly. The moment he stepped towards the exit, he felt the sickness again. Miniscule compared to how bad it once was, but it was still something to keep him distracted. His resistance to the radiation had increased sharply now he was wearing the suit on ink. He saw the door he once struggled to open, and noticed a heavy object was pressed against the door, something he knew he couldn't move. But knowing this, he tried anyway. He placed both of his paws on one side of the block, and to his surprise, he managed to pull it over with a loud thud. He stepped onto the weight, and managed to kick the door off of its hinges so he could open in and leave.

Upon stepping out, he saw the city had been covered in sand. Almost everything other than the buildings themselves were completely concealed by the amount of sand that had been blown through. At this point he was already starting to fear for his life, starting to shake on the spot before he pulled himself to move to higher ground again, so he could see if any more were to follow. He felt a small sense of security, now that he felt that he was no longer alone. He never knew that he would meet someone so kind out here in the barrens, never the less so soon.

Soon, however, Rikkun's mind became blank. He felt the air around him start to feel much cleaner, when a sudden blinding light forced his eyes to refocus. The moment they did, he saw a vehicle braking right before him, skidding to a halt and honking the horn at him. Rikkun's mind felt like jelly at this point, he made his way to the side of the road and the car continued on. People were everywhere; humans, furs, scalies, and other intelligent, anthropomorphic beings. People here were rude in pushing past each other, some almost fell into the road. Rikkun felt his heartrate increase dramatically, all the noises overwhelmed him; cars honking; people talking; young ones crying and whatever else. He saw a newspaper someone had thrown out, or more like just the front cover, and caught it. The headline read "NUCLEAR WINTER IMMINENT" in bold red letters. Rikkun began to pant, looking up from the paper to see all the vibrant colours of the world around him begin to fade back into shades of grey, green and yellow. He looked down at the paper in his paws, reading the date was 7th September, 2017, before the paper disintegrated. He felt his heart drop from his chest, being confused to what had just happened. He looked down at his body, to the suit of ink that was stroking his body again, attempting to calm his stunted, panicky breathing. His heart slowed, and so did his breathing with it. He sat down for a bit to compose himself, and then stood up to continue away from the city, and hopefully to a safe place to sleep.

Rikkun had finally calmed himself, he had found his way to what looked to what remains of a sunbreak. The intense sunlight was boiling him alive in the suit he felt so comfortable wearing. He finally made his way from under, walking out onto the desert before him. The vast sea of nothing but dust. He had to pick a direction to walk in, then he remembered something he was told just days before he was thrown out, 'The sun raises from the west for dawn, and sets to the east for dusk'. He made the decision to not follow the burning hot ball of plasma in the sky, but instead to walk to the left. He deemed this information useless as he had no way of telling where the sun was, or even the time. Even if he did, it would not increase chance of surviving by much.

The harsh sunlight was getting to Rikkun, making him pant due to both the intense heat and his exhaustion. To him, it felt like the suit of ink was pulling him along, trying to encourage him to keep going. It was the only thing keeping him going at this point, if he were alone, he would have given up and found somewhere nice to lay down and die. But he, however, wanted an answer to why he saw what he did in the city. He was thinking of rational possibilities until he ran out, starting to come up with irrational ideas, such as a god giving him the ability to see into the past. His mind drifted until it fell into silence. About half an hour of no thoughts passed until his nose flared up with a scent he hadn't before noticed. It was completely new to him, never before he had spelled something like what he was experiencing. Instinct told him to ignore it, but curiosity told him that the scent was coming from behind the next dune. He gained sudden energy, one that he used to climb up the protrusion, looking up to the sky and seeing strange creatures, ones with leathery wings and scaly bodies, like those he saw back in the city, but these were much bigger and used all four of it's massive paws!

His curiosity had turned eager, making him run to the top, being greeted by a steep drop down leading to a luscious jungle consisting of purple plants, pink fruits and yellow grass that forms the vast majority of his sight. His heart felt like it grew with hope after a plunge down the drain. He took a step closer, being careful of the edge to try to get a better look. His suit inflated, ready to absorb some of the shock if he did slip, and he did. His body became imbalanced and he fell, tumbling down and rolling all the way to the base. When he hit the bottom, his fall was broken by something cushy. When he looked at what he fell on, he saw it was a plant that had taken the form of a pillow, packed full of air. He had no idea where he was going to land, so he slowly backed away from the plant he just killed. His stomach churned at the thought of it.

When he had gotten a good distance away, the scent from earlier had come back. This time it was much stronger. He even became light headed at it, having the reorient himself before he can continue. That was very strange to him, he didn't know of anything that could do that to him. He felt his instincts were burning away at him, trying to tear him back, but he continued towards the scent. He felt his worries fade for the moment, until he came across a small body of water in a clearing. The fragrance had halted the moment he stepped out, and he looked at the water. It looked like regular, clean water. He tugged at the suit, and it retracted into a clean clump on his spine. He would only get in the water for a second, after checking it wasn't too hot, and wash himself down. The water was cold, and cool He did just that, stepping into the surprisingly warm water and cleansing himself.

Once he stepped out of the water, the first thing he saw was a bush of plants that he would think contained water that was good enough to drink, despite a taste that was not too pleasant. He stepped to the pods of the plants, taking one and crushing it in his paw and dribbling the liquid down into his maw. The liquids were surprisingly cold. He squeezed the pods as much he could to get as much of the liquid he could. He felt refreshed afterwards, his pitted stomach slowly started to relieve itself. He felt better already, taking his step around to find another, and then a few others. He took all he could carry and set off. Minutes later, Rikkun had realised his suit of ink still had not come back. It was still balled up on his spine. He thought this was strange, he thought that he had figured out how to control it for the most part. He tried to manipulate the suit to take its form around him, but was surprised when it did not. He stopped for a moment to think, leaning against what he thought was a tree. He did not realised that he was leaning into a large, bulbous pod until he took a breath, and his senses were filled with a sweet scent. He ignored it, but then he found himself not able to stop sniffing. He started to feel faint and weak. Rikkun walked around to look for the source, purely out of instinct. The nagging in the back of his head had stopped, and the encouragement to look had only increased. Eventually he head looked around the whole area, so he turned around to search around more, his sensitive nose leading him back to the huge pod. Eventually, he had been overwhelmed. He didn't know, but the aroma had been slowly drugging him. He felt numb when he approached, when suddenly the bulb opened to show a beautiful bloom of a huge flower. The colours were mesmerising and vibrant; violet; green; and red shades assaulted Rikkun's eyes. He drew closer, though his mind was extremely conflicted. His paws lightly crunched in the leaves until he was at the foot of the plants bloom. He admired it from that spot, before he gained a sudden urge to reach and feel it. He started to walk away, trying to fight his urge. He tripped on something he swore was not there before, and it was not. A barrage of vines leapt at him, binding his ankles together, his wrists to each other, and the leftover just around his body. Rikkun was alarmed, trying to pull the binds to snap, but he failed being as physically weak as he is. He yelped, squealing until a vine came to wrap around his muzzle, muting him for the most part. He could only whine and whimper as the plant coils its appendages around his body. He could see they were coming from the huge plant. Before he had time to process what was happening, he was suspended meters above the ground. He felt the vines stroke and massage him intimately, quickly subduing him and any attempts of his escape. The liquid inside of him started to bubble and react, bringing a fatigue under him. He started to enjoy the contact in his drugged out mind, even giving a soft purr. Rikkun did not notice, but he was slowly being pulled from where he was captured, towards the plant's blossoming form. He felt the binds around his ankles, wrists and muzzle become weak, and eventually join the others. A couple of the tentacle-like arms were grinding up against his sheath, arousing the poor fox victim as he was sat on the centre of the flower. He looked around confused, not knowing what was happening. His body was then cupped up when the bloom closed around him. There was room to move, albeit minimal, the insides became hotter with each passing breath, the scent now as strong as it could ever be, finally overwhelming him and making him pass out. Rikkun had fallen hostage to the flora, not to be released for a number of days. And only time will tell what happens to him inside of the plant.