What to do...

An enraged Desmond set his bags to the ground, before sprinting to the house, leaping thirteen feet into the air, and landing on one of the operatives, as Desmond’s hand grasped his skull, and with an easy motion, the skull was a bloody splat on the ground, not a scream to be heard, as he slowly sulked to the side.

As he reached the darkened corner of the house, he swept his gaze around it, and saw three armed people, as Desmond reached his chiseled fingers into the brick wall, as though it were butter, as he began scaling the wall with shocking ease.

And as he reached the top, he resumed sulking around, as he slinked his way through the devastated rooftop, before making his way to the edge, and after a moment of wait, he dropped from the roof, silently breaking his fall in between two of the people, as he grabbed each of their skulls, before smashing them together, grabbing the pistol from one of their holsters, and a reasonably placed grenade, as he dropped their bodies, took aim, and with a single shot, the third and last combatant on this side was down.

Desmond then leapt back atop the roof, as a sizable group converged on his previous location, he looked at the grenade in his hands, as he dropped it into their group, AFTER cooking it for a reasonable time, so right as it landed, the blast was instantaneous, sending them all flying, the following shrapnel piercing each and every vital spot it could, leaving them all in bleeding heaps.

Desmond then dropped down, grabbing the gear from their forms, before rushing into his home, grabbing a few important artifacts, he rushed in his departure, grabbing the bags of goodies as he left.

“Damn it, who the hell were they? Why’d they sack my place…?” As he was groaning to himself, Desmond heard a growling sound to the side, as he slowly, carefully slunk his way to the shadow of a fallen building.

Then, he saw the form of an enormous tiger leap into view, as Desmond slowly stopped retreating, and with some unknown source of confidence, began assuredly stepping towards the tiger, reaching his hand out, as the massive cat began looking at him inquisitive, not yet sure if he was friend or food.

“Hey there kitty, ya’ gonna eat me? I’ll have to kill you if you do that…”

As he said this, the immense tiger’s growling stopped, and as if it understood the threat, the tiger slumped to the ground before him, showing him its stomach, as it began whimpering.

This shocked Desmond, as he stepped closer, patting the head of the mighty beast, as it began nuzzling against his arm, purring a mighty, yet calming, purr.

“That’s a good… Eh,” As Desmond observed the tiger, he continued, ”That’s a good good boy. Err, good tiger. What should your name be?” Desmond was pondering the plausibility of him having a tiger pet, as said tiger seemed resigned to being his pet, as it rose from its position, and began rubbing affectionately against Desmond.

This was a pleasant surprise, as Desmond began strutting alongside his hulking companion, as it nearly dwarfed even his newly enlarged form, it would deter most threats, and the others they’d be able to handle.

And this was enunciated perfectly as the tiger’s form leapt away, and after an instant, returned with a mutated dog within its monstrous maw.

As it began chowing down, Desmond chose to name his pet, ”Ok, little guy, I’ll name you… Big Red?” As Desmond was looking at the bloody maw of the tiger, in the midst of licking the viscera from it's teeth, that name seemed to fit, and even the tiger seemed to agree, as it began rubbing against him again.

After this minor detour, Desmond affixed his various bags onto Big Red’s form, as he resumed waking beside him, not reducing his mobility and decisive **** in the slightest, as Desmond soon found out, again, and again. Countless meals for the monstrous Red were within his immense reach, as he chowed down many times during their journey.

…

Over the course of a week, Desmond and Big Red had reached Illinois.

He indulged in his previous gains on the long journey, effectively remaining somewhat **** throughout the whole trip.

This led to him needing to replenish his sources, and with this goal in mind, the pair of them were making their way towards the somewhat crumbling cityscape.