Meeting with the head of the settlement called Fortress Jackson.

Finally the elevator stops.

You and guards exit the elevator.

You are led down a long corridor.

Dim LED light.

Metal doors.

On the walls you see several... posters.

You manage to read the inscription on one of the posters: “Aryan America - Above All.”

White font.

Each "A" touches another "A" to form a four-pointed star symbol.

You realize with fear what seemed strange to you about the local residents: you did not see a single person with black skin in this settlement. Not a single Asian. Not a single Latino. Only people with white skin color.

You're thinking, "Oh my God... This... This... is a white supremacist society?!"

You are scared to even think what these people would do to you if your skin were not white.

The guards lead you into a spacious office.

Here the light from the lamps is much brighter.

The muzzle of the shotgun pokes unpleasantly into your stomach. The guard says: “If you do anything that the boss doesn’t like, then you’re dead! You will address to boss as “Mister Matthews” or “sir”! I don’t advise you to forget this, scum!”

Your gaze sees a large oak table, carpets, and luxurious furniture. Large wardrobe with books.

A large bald man, about 40 years old, sits in a large chair at the table. He is dressed in a loose dark blue shirt. His muscular arms lie on the table. There are visible tattoos on his hands: “AB”, “SS”, “666”, three-leaf clover.

In his left hand you see a bottle... There is a noticeable smell of ****...

There is also a book on the table. You can barely read the title on the spine of the book: “Turner Diaries”...

The man's face expresses the usual awareness of power and determination. Large chin with a small black beard. Wide cheekbones. His white skin shows several old scars (one scar just below his left eye).

His black eyes look over you as if you are... a thing.

The strong, rude voice of this... boss makes you flinch: “So, tell me who you are! And don't try to lie to me! I can easily understand from your appearance that you are probably a bunker-boy from the community of cowardly individuals who continue to constantly hide underground! Ha! Ha!"

You understand that this... boss will clearly not believe you if you say that you are an ordinary local resident. Your skin is too smooth. Your appearance is too clean. You also found things that are not so easy for locals to find (automatic pistol, bulletproof vest). Probably, most of the inhabitants of the radioactive wastelands that the United States has turned into are more like savages in rags...

You decide that you need to go down the path of flattery. Your experience with US government officials suggests that you shouldn't too blatantly contradict the cruel bastards who hold power. And one more thing: some half-truths. A mixture of truth and lies is effective.

You say, “You are very insightful, sir. My name is Anton... I really lived in an underground bunker. I found myself on the surface of the earth recently.”

Matthews orders you in a commanding tone: “Quickly give me the exact coordinates of this bunker!”

You tell him about the location of bunker No. 78-PHE-S. There is no need to mention cryostasis installations.

After this you say: “I must warn you, sir, that some kind of disaster has occurred in my bunker. Everyone died. Only I survived. Now it's dangerous there. High radiation."

The boss frowns and says: “My guys will still have to check this place... So, tell me what you can do! What useful things can you do?”

You obviously need to convince him that you are a useful... thing.

Otherwise, d e a t h awaits you.

You say: “I know a little about technology... Computers... Electrical devices... I can read...”

Matthews looks at you with interest and says: "That's great, guy! The ability to read is a rare skill! As well as the ability to repair equipment! You will be useful - so I will let you live in fortress Jackson!"

You feel a little calmer. The fear in your mind does not disappear. The fear just subsides a little.

You say in an obsequious tone: “Thank you, sir! Mr. Matthews, I am very grateful to you and I will try to be as helpful as possible to such a great leader like you!”

The boss’s smug face twists into a grin as he says, “Remember the rules. My will is the law! Any subhumans must be destroyed. No compromises: when you go on a mission in the wasteland with an armed group of our soldiers - then if you see subhumans with black or brown skin, subhumans with yellowish skin, subhumans with bronze skin - the solution is always the same! These vile shitfaced apes must die! This is required by the highest interests of our white Aryan race! We are the true heirs to America's greatness! The same rules apply to stinking mutants: ghouls and other shit... they all must be physically destroyed!”

Subhumans…

Aryan race...

Destruction of people simply because they have a different skin color...

Personal dictatorship of an aggressive racist...

This is a settlement... This is a community... This is not just a community of racists. This is a community of aggressive white Nazis who are aimed at exterminating huge masses of people.

You almost feel sick to your stomach knowing that this community of Nazis have significant resources in this area. And one more thing: you are now **** to adapt to life in this... community.

You can hardly restrain yourself from showing your true attitude to the words of this aggressive Nazi maniac.

Meanwhile, Mister Matthews continues to smugly express his views: "You cowardly bunker-boys have forgotten the true story! Ancient Great America perished due to the fact that millions of subhumans destroyed civilization! These dirty apes have abused the kindness of the great Aryan race! The ancient rulers of the USA tried to be humane! They tried to somehow use the stupid subhumans - they allowed these apes to live as slaves... But this was a mistake. Only the white Aryan race is worthy of life! A tragic mistake led to disaster: it's hard to believe, but at the end of the history of the Ancient USA, the presidency was held by a subhuman with brown skin! The natural result: the **** of civilization. However, there is also a positive side to what happened: thanks to the Descent of the Light of Purification, millions of subhumans died and became dust! Ha! Ha! Now the white Aryan race can unite for the victorious conclusion of the Great Race War!"

Matthews takes a sip from a bottle of ****.

Then, making a casual gesture with his right palm, he gives the order to the guards: “Take this guy to the second underground sector. There should be a small free room for him to stay. Tomorrow I will decide what specific task to give him... Now get out of here! I have important things to do! And one more thing: order Magda and Jennifer to be brought here! I need these bitches for... "relaxation"! Ha! Ha!"

The guards **** you to leave this luxurious office.

You go to the elevator again, accompanied by armed guards.

You realize that the boss's office is located on the lowest underground floor of the prison complex. It's logical. This is the safest place.

The elevator takes a long time to rise. About ten minutes.

You are led into a long corridor with dim lighting. People in dirty clothes are walking along the corridor.

The guards lead you into a small room that is littered with trash.

Before leaving, the guard says: “To open the door, press the big green button on the wall. The kitchen and dining room are located at the end of the corridor. Tomorrow we will come for you and explain what task the boss decided to entrust you with.”

The guards leave.

You are removing trash from a small bed.

You lie down on the bed.

So what will you do?

You are tired during the day. You can go to bed.

Or do you want to walk along the corridor and look for something useful?