You prefer to use diplomacy skills.

You are standing near the entrance to the room in which your enemy is hiding. You moved to a safe distance in such a way as to control the only exit from this room. The distance is extremely advantageous for shooting and inconvenient for your enemy. If he tries to run out and attack you again in close combat, then he has practically no chance of having time to hit you with a sharp piece of reinforcement.

You say loudly, “Hey! Guy! I don't need anything from you. I offer you a deal: you tell me about the area, I leave here, you don’t follow me. How do you like this proposal?

You hear the voice of this coward, he hoarsely shouts: “Fuck you, scum! You're clearly trying to trick me, you disgusting fagot! The other guys from my gang will be back soon! They'll cut you into pieces, you fucking shit-eater! Scum!

You answer: “No deception. I don't need anything from you or your gang members. I won't even search the body of that muscular guy who tried to stab me with a knife. You can take all the useful things from this corpse for yourself..."

There is a ten second pause.

You hear your enemy breathing noisily. It's not hard to guess that he is very nervous.

Then he says, “What the fuck do you need to know?!” What the hell are you interested in about the area, motherfucker?”

You ignore the insults and you ask: “What are those strange lights that I saw far on the horizon, approximately in a northwest direction?”

Your interlocutor replies: “You're a damn dick-headed moron... You're asking what everyone already knows... This is the Atlantian ruins... There are lights there because these ruins occupy a huge area. Along the outskirts of the ruins there are outposts that belong to various powerful factions that are interested in exploring these ruins. It is obvious that fires are lit at the outposts: to guide their own troops, for cooking and for other needs...”

You ask: “Atlantian ruins... Why do ruins have that name?”

You get an irritated response: “Who the fuck cares!” I don't know! Some say that this name comes from the name of an ancient sorcerer who could create flying monsters. There are stories that the name of these ruins meant something in the language of the ancient people: something like the phrase “a giant who tears the earth apart”... I don’t know which of these is true! Are you still going to ask fucking questions?”

You realize with sadness that the ruins in question are most likely the ruins of the city of Atlanta.

You think with bitter sarcasm: “So, a city with a population of more than 700,000 people has been turned into ruins... And these ruins are being plundered by bands of marauding savages... A worthy result of the wise policy of the leaders of the United States of America...”

You ask the following questions: “Do you know what year it is? And what can you say about the powerful groups that have outposts on the outskirts of the Atlantian ruins?”

Your interlocutor says: “I don’t know what year it is now... It can be counted in different ways... I heard that the bastards from fortress Jackson claim that it is now 499 years since the Descent of the Light of Purification. Cougartown idiots say it's 289 years since the Founding of Corona... I don't give a damn what year it is! Regarding the factions that have outposts on the outskirts of Atlantian ruins: whitestarists from fortress Jackson have outposts on the southern outskirts; armed detachments of orangists fortified themselves on the western outskirts of the ruins; Armed troops from the City of Axeman hold the northern outskirts of the ruins..."

You ask: “Where are the main settlements of these groups?”

In response, you hear a hoarse cough.

Then your interlocutor replies: “The capital of Orange Kingdom is located in the far southwest... You have to walk along the river for a couple of weeks... These assholes have many fortified settlements along the river... Fortress Jackson is located only a couple of days' journey south of the southern outskirts of the ruins. City of Axeman is located in the west... It will take at least a week to get there... You will have to cross the river on a bridge or pay one of the local fishermen to take you by boat across the river..."

You correlate the information received with your current location and with the location data of bunker No. 78-PHE-S.

You come to a disappointing conclusion: “My assumptions were justified... Unfortunately... Much more than 25 years have passed... Nature has changed, tectonic plates have shifted, rivers have changed their course...”

However, now you know the approximate location of existing human settlements.

You tell your interlocutor: “I’ll leave now. Don't try to follow me. So that you understand that I do not wish you harm, I will now explain to you where the place is where I found this automatic pistol. There are still a lot of useful things there. I couldn't carry them all. You can take these things for yourself."

You explain to your interlocutor in detail the location of bunker No. 78-PHE-S.

You feel a little pang of conscience, but you mentally reassure yourself: “If this guy gets into bunker No. 78-PHE-S, he will probably die due to radiation... But what I did was necessary... He mentioned other members his gangs... They may pursue me... Let him and the other members of his gang better go towards bunker No. 78-PHE-S..."

Then you leave this ruined building. You move quickly, but you try to listen carefully. If you are still pursued, then you are ready to use firearms.

After an hour of walking towards the ruins of the city of Atlanta. You stop to take a breather.

You are thinking, “Should I continue walking in a northwest direction? Or should I change my route and go to one of the settlements that this aggressive guy with a sharp piece of rebar in his hands told me about?”