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As you look towards the top of the tank, despair begins to set in. The opening is easily 5 or 6 feet above your head, beyond your reach. Aside from the shaft of light from the opening, the tank is pitch-black. Outside of that shaft, the tank turns to murky darkness.

You squash the despair before it can take hold. If there's any one thing you know, it's the old saying "Where there's a will, there's a way." With that in mind, you settle back and take a good look at the situation.

You start with what you have. The list is short. You've got your T-shirt, sports bra and panties, and your flashlight around your neck. No weapons, no food, no water. You stumble and slosh around the tank for a few minutes, but find nothing but the solid walls of the tank.

Sighing, you plop your tight little ass down on the side of the tank, just out of the gas. Your mind churns as you try and find a way to get back to the surface.

As you look up, you wonder if you can run up the side of the tank, then leap back at the hole, kind of like a parkour jump. Shrugging, you figure you might as well try.

Standing, you line up with the far wall, and sprint towards it. As you hit the farthest point you can run up it, you push off, twisting with a gymnast's grace as your arm stretches towards the lip of the opening. Sadly, you're nearly a foot shy of your goal, and you find yourself stumbling before you thud into the far wall. You can see a protrusion on the top of the hatch as well.

Another attempt ends the same way, leaving you swearing at the bottom of the tank. You stand, chest heaving, beneath the opening, exasperated at how close to freedom you were. All you need is something to extend your reach...Your sports bra. It's seen better days, but it ought to be strong enough to hold you, at least for a few moments.

You quickly strip your shirt and bra off, then replace your shirt. Grabbing the bra in such a way one of the straps is forming a loop, you sprint at far side of the tank for a third time, breasts bouncing and jiggling beneath your T-shirt. Bare soles slapping against the rusted metal, you again reach the jump-off point, launching yourself at the opening, extending the bra with a flick of your wrist at the protrusion. The strap slips neatly over it, and you grab the bra with both hands, before your motion is suddenly arrested by the bra, accompanied by a tearing sound.

Lunching upwards, you manage to get a hand on the lip of the tank, releasing the remnants of your bra to grasp it with both hands, hauling yourself upwards.

Moments later, you emerge onto the surface again, relishing the feel of the sunlight against your skin, and the rough asphalt beneath your soles, before turning your mind to the problems at hand. A quick look around reveals whoever kidnapped Amy and left you to die had collected all of your gear. There's nothing left where your truck was. All your weapons, ammo, and what spare clothes you had are gone.

You quietly slip into the gas station, gingerly stepping around piles of broken glass. The place has been thoroughly ransacked, but you do find a bottle of water someone missed, which you greedily suck down. As you do so, you contemplate your problems. You've got a pair of panties and a T-shirt to wear. You need clothes, shoes, and weapons, and you're definitely in hostile territory, with no idea where exactly to find what you need. You also have to find Amy and rescue her from her captors, wherever they may be.

You'd guess the city center has been thoroughly looted by this point. It may be wiser to stick to the suburbs for now, see what you can find there. At the very least, you should be able to find clothes and some kind of weapon. There's also a chance Amy managed to leave something behind, but you missed it in your haste to be out of sight. You could also attempt to make your way downtown, where there might be better loot, but the risk of running into the gang led by that "Khan" character would be pretty high.