East

Having had your fill of the nightmare that this city has become, you decide to set out towards the mountains. You figure that your camping trips with your dad as a kid may not be a huge help in surviving off the land, but it should at least give you a fighting chance.

Glancing out the window one last time to make sure the street is clear, you turn back to your pack, picking it up and reaching for the door.

Once outside, you slip your backpack into place, adjusting the straps so they are comfortable before you set out down the street, the low mountain range stretching out before you on the horizon.