You can't even remember the last time when things felt normal. You can't even remember the last time you saw another person. Ever since the disaster you thought you were the only one alive. Surviving alone out here has been hell. So when you see a shillouete in the distance, {you decide to strike a match to see clearer}. Your surroundings illuminate, along with the figure. You're in the reception lobby of a forgotten complex. As the figure draws nearer, you can make out small details. It's speckled, matted fur hangs low on its large frame. It's ears flop down, as it timidly approaches you and the fire. It's a dog!  {You decide to keep and name your new fluffy companion}. But what name should it be? Oompa Loompa Doompa Dee Dog?  Obama?  Hazel?.  Ah, yes, {Hazel}, that name sounds perfect.  You feed Hazel the Dog some of your scraps and she seems to want to stay. Looks like you've got yourself a companion in these empty lands. However, night is about to fall, the safest part of the day.  {You must forage through the rubble for whatever scraps of food and supplies you can dig up}.  You walk down a crumbled brick path until suddenly, Hazel runs off and starts barking at a crushed car.  You follow her, and inside the car is a dead body, clutching a rotten happy meal.  {You take what's left of the happy meal, sharing the almost moldy chicken nuggets and the sour chocolate milk with Hazel}.  Finally, you get to the toy: it's a walkie talkie!  You frantically holler and yell, asking the empty airwaves if anyone could hear, but, alas, batteries not included!  So you gently place the walkie on the ground and give it a good stomp until it breaks into sharp bits of plastic.  You take the largest and use it to cut up the body in the car for later consumption.  You throw the bloody parts in your backpack, zip it up.  You decide to move on, and so you get up and turn around to see a streetlamp falling towards you.  You dive out of the way, and Hazel follows just in the nick of time.  You get up and dust yourself off, wincing at a few scrapes and cuts from the rough asphalt and sharp debris.  You see sparks flying from the fallen lamppost, and you notice a pull of gas from the broken car right next to the downed lamppost.  You are faced with a choice: you can try to quickly remove the solar panel on the lamppost, you can run away and climb a different lamppost to take the panel, or you can run away and try to find another source of power (but it may be far away, if it exists at all!).