<section class="numbered" id="sect11">
<meta><title>11</title></meta>
+ <footnotes>
+ <footnote id="sect11-1-foot" idref="sect11-1">
+ <p>The instructions on how to use the Medi-kit are unclear. A reasonable way to interpret them is to restore 1 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> point in addition to the 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points typically restored by the Medi-kit. Another reasonable interpretation is that the Medi-kit is not as effective against this inflammation as usual and can only restore 1 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> point.</p>
+ </footnote>
+ </footnotes>
+
<data>
- <p>You reach the front door and pull it shut behind you to prevent the hornets from following you out into the street. The stings you have sustained to your face, neck, and hands throb painfully. If you possess at least three Medi-kit units, you are able to soothe the inflammation with some ointment: restore 1 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> point. (If you wish to do this, remember to erase one Medi-kit unit from your list.)</p>
+ <p>You reach the front door and pull it shut behind you to prevent the hornets from following you out into the street. The stings you have sustained to your face, neck, and hands throb painfully. If you possess at least three Medi-kit units, you are able to soothe the inflammation with some ointment: restore 1 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> point. (If you wish to do this, remember to erase one Medi-kit unit from your list.)<footref id="sect11-1" idref="sect11-1-foot"/></p>
<p>When you have fully recovered from your encounter with the hornets, you check your equipment and return to Rickenbacker.</p>
<choice idref="sect300"><link-text>Turn to 300</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<data>
<p>You force yourself to ignore the deadly hail of lead churning the ground around your feet, and concentrate all your efforts on reaching the safety of the alleyway. Seconds pass like hours until finally you enter the narrow, tunnel-like passage.</p>
<p>At the far end you discover a battered pick-up truck, daubed with clan emblems and slogans, parked beside a fire-escape ladder that is lowered all the way to the ground.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small3.png" width="386" height="141" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small3.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small3.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<choice idref="sect335">If you wish to stop and search the vehicle, <link-text>turn to 335</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect196">If you wish to climb the fire-escape ladder to the roof, <link-text>turn to 196</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<data>
<p>A splash of sparks lights up the lodge as your weapon is chewed up by the chainsaw<ch.apos/>s spinning toothed blade. Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s laugh becomes a malevolent snigger as he launches a wild, sweeping slice at your head. You avoid instant decapitation by rolling across the debris-strewn floor, but as you rise to your feet, a wave of dizziness robs you momentarily of your sight and you stumble backwards against the wall. Your vision clears, and as Mad Dog approaches, you duck below his wild sweeps and thrust your weapon at his chest. You draw first blood. The clan leader squeals like a stuck pig and pulls away, but quickly he recovers and attacks like a man possessed.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small10.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small10.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small10.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<combat><enemy>Mad Dog Michigan</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">21</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">26</enemy-attribute></combat>
<choice idref="sect350">If you win the combat, <link-text>turn to 350</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<data>
<p>You leap up and launch a two-footed kick to Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s chest that sends him sprawling. He drops the chainsaw and, as it crashes to the floor, the motor stalls and the buzzing stops. The clan leader reaches for a diver<ch.apos/>s knife, which is sheathed in a scabbard strapped to his thigh. The mirror-bright blade flashes in the gloom as he draws it and lunges at your chest.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small10.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small10.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small10.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<combat><enemy>Mad Dog Michigan</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">17</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">20</enemy-attribute></combat>
<choice idref="sect350">If you win the combat, <link-text>turn to 350</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<data>
<p>The moment you input the correct number,<footref id="sect28-1" idref="sect28-1-foot"/> there is a faint <onomatopoeia>click</onomatopoeia> and the whirr of a hydraulic lock as it disengages. The vault door opens easily and inside you find what you have come here for: Atropine.</p>
<p>You take the tub of Atropine tablets and check that its seal is intact; then you slip the tub into your pocket as you hurry out of the store and retrace your steps all the way back to the hospital exit. (You need not make a record of the Atropine on your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.)</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small8.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small8.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small8.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<p>As you leave the hospital and make your way back to your car, an armed clansman with a solar torch comes walking across the lot. You freeze in your tracks, and then hide behind one of the wrecked autos. Judging from the direction in which he is walking, there is a strong possibility that he will catch sight of your roadster before you reach it.</p>
<choice idref="sect284">If you wish to sneak up and ambush the clansman before he reaches the roadster, <link-text>turn to 284</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect16">If you choose to stay where you are and observe his movements, <link-text>turn to 16</link-text>.</choice>
<data>
<p>You tug the transceiver from your backpack, only to discover that its power-pac has been smashed by a ricochet. (Delete the <typ class="item">CB Radio</typ> from your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.) The unit, having stopped a rifle bullet, has probably saved your life, but without a serviceable radio you are now unable to warn the convoy about the ambush.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small9.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small9.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small9.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<p>Rickenbacker glances at the broken transceiver and shakes his head. <quote>They<ch.apos/>ll be here in less than five minutes,</quote> he says, cocking his machine pistol. <quote>Let<ch.apos/>s see what we can do to make their welcome a little more friendly, shall we?</quote></p>
<p>With that he rises from his knees and empties an entire magazine at the clansmen<ch.apos/>s position. While he is firing, you chance a glance over the wing of the Roadster and see an alley lying directly opposite. It runs beside the cinema on which the clansmen are positioned. A black, Perspex awning covers most of its length, hiding it from view of the surrounding rooftops.</p>
<p>When you look back, Rickenbacker is busy reloading. You tap his arm and point to the alley, saying, <quote>I<ch.apos/>m goin<ch.apos/> t<ch.apos/> try an<ch.apos/> get around the back. Cover me.</quote></p>
<data>
<p>You focus on the top of the outcrop, and at first you see nothing untoward. Then, about a minute later, a puff of smoke issues from the rock, as if a bullet has smacked into its surface. Patiently you watch the outcrop, half-expecting something else to happen. You do not have to wait very long: within a few minutes there is a rumbling noise, like the sound of distant thunder, and several giant cracks appear in the outcrop. Suddenly a whole section gives way and hundreds of tons of rock come tumbling down the mountainside.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small11.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small11.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small11.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<p>You watch open-mouthed as the landslide spills out across the freeway, blocking the lanes in both directions. Rickenbacker tugs at your sleeve and suggests that you turn around and drive back to the colony as fast as you can. Numbly you nod your head and reach out to restart the engine.</p>
<choice idref="sect112"><link-text>Turn to 112</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<data>
<p>The route Jaeger took yesterday, when he hiked from the well in the mountains to Interstate 8, followed the course of the San Cristobal Wash. For him it was a difficult trail to follow on foot, and you soon discover that it is an even harder one to negotiate in a pick-up truck. The broken ground is deeply rutted and littered with boulders, and it takes more than an hour to make the fifteen-mile climb to the well.</p>
<p>The well itself is located at the bottom of a bowl-shaped gully, shaded from the sun by two peaks of the Mohawk Mountains. A pump house stands beside the bore-hole, to which is affixed a sign that reads:</p>
- <signpost>LUKE AIR FORCE RANGE</signpost>
- <signpost>GARCIA WELL</signpost>
- <signpost>US. GOVT. PROPERTY<ch.emdash/>KEEP OUT!</signpost>
+ <signpost>
+ <line>LUKE AIR FORCE RANGE</line>
+ <line>GARCIA WELL</line>
+ <line>US. GOVT. PROPERTY<ch.emdash/>KEEP OUT!</line>
+ </signpost>
<p>You park the pick-up beside the pump house and Jaeger helps you unload the containers. <quote>I had to draw the water up by hand yesterday,</quote> he says, nodding towards the bore-hole, <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.apos/>cause I couldn<ch.apos/>t get the pump to work. I reckon it<ch.apos/>s OK<ch.emdash/>jus<ch.apos/> needs some gasolene, that<ch.apos/>s all. Maybe if we could siphon some fuel from the truck we could get its engine running. It<ch.apos/>d save us a whole lotta hard work.</quote></p>
<choice idref="sect211">If you possess some Plastic Tube, <link-text>turn to 211</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect76">If you do not possess this item, <link-text>turn to 76</link-text>.</choice>
<data>
<p>Beyond the door you discover an old locker room that served as a changing area and equipment store for the fire department officers and paramedics who were once stationed here. A quick search uncovers a Fire Extinguisher, a Fire Axe (3), and enough medical supplies for three Medi-kit units.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small5.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small5.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small5.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<p>If you wish to keep any of these items, remember to adjust your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> accordingly.</p>
<choice idref="sect19">To leave the fire station and continue, <link-text>turn to 19</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>The elation you feel at having found the medicine store is dampened when you take stock of your surroundings. Tens of thousands of bottles and containers line the shelves, not only in this room but in several other adjoining storage areas as well. And to make matters worse, there seems to be no logical order to the way the medicines have been stored. It could take you a week or more to inspect them individually.</p>
<p>Hoping to get lucky, you search the shelves for the better part of an hour until you notice, by chance, that the base of each container carries an index number. Now you concentrate your efforts on finding the catalogue, or file, that is the key to this storage system. Ironically, you discover it<ch.emdash/>a weighty computer print-out<ch.emdash/>lying in a drawer of the table on which you took refuge from the cockroaches.</p>
<p>Within minutes of finding the print-out, you locate a tub of Atropine tablets. You check that its seal is intact, and then slip the tub into your pocket as you hurry back to the roadster. (You need not make a record of the Atropine on your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.)</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small8.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small8.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small8.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<choice idref="sect232"><link-text>Turn to 232</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
</section>
<data>
<p>Mad Dog launches a wild, sweeping slice at your head. You avoid instant decapitation by rolling across the debris-strewn floor, but, as you rise to your feet, a wave of dizziness robs you momentarily of your sight, and you stumble backwards against the wall. Your vision clears, and as Mad Dog approaches, you duck below his wild sweeps and thrust your weapon at his chest. You draw first blood. The clan leader squeals like a stuck pig and pulls away, but quickly recovers and attacks like a man possessed.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small10.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small10.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small10.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<combat><enemy>Mad Dog Michigan</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">21</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">26</enemy-attribute></combat>
<choice idref="sect350">If you win the combat, <link-text>turn to 350</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<section class="numbered" id="sect92">
<meta><title>92</title></meta>
+ <footnotes>
+ <footnote id="sect92-1-foot" idref="sect92-1">
+ <p>It is possible that you may not be carrying a missile weapon at this point. This is a game-design issue that cannot be easily rectified.</p>
+ </footnote>
+ </footnotes>
+
<data>
<p>The grenade passes over the truck and explodes, throwing little but dust and shrapnel into the air. The dull boom alerts the other clansmen and suddenly all hell breaks loose. They leap to their feet and come running across the bridge, cursing and fumbling for their weapons as they do so. You hobble to the truck and take cover as Rickenbacker, hoping to buy you the precious seconds you need in order to destroy the radio transceiver, opens fire at the approaching clansmen.</p>
<p>As you move along the side of the truck, you notice a keg of blasting powder resting in the back with a self-lighting fuse attached to its top. Rather than attempting to batter the radio to pieces, you decide to blow it up instead. A sharp tug is all that is required to set off the fuse; then you run towards Rickenbacker as fast as your aching foot will allow. As you jump into the ditch, there is a jarring boom and a brilliant flash of bright orange flame as the truck explodes.</p>
<p><quote>What the heck<ch.ellips/>!</quote> gasps Rickenbacker, stunned by the unexpected force of the second explosion.</p>
<p><quote>They had a keg of blasting powder in the back,</quote> you cry, shouting to make yourself heard above the rumbling echo of the explosion. <quote>So I pulled the fuse!</quote></p>
- <p>As the dust clears, the clansmen struggle to their feet and run towards the blazing remains of their truck. As they get nearer, you take up your gun and prepare to open fire.</p>
+ <p>As the dust clears, the clansmen struggle to their feet and run towards the blazing remains of their truck. As they get nearer, you take up your gun and prepare to open fire.<footref id="sect92-1" idref="sect92-1-foot"/></p>
<choice idref="sect138"><link-text>Turn to 138</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
</section>
<data>
<p>You notice a Hunting Knife (2) lying nearby, on top of an office cabinet, and quickly grab it as Mad Dog launches a wild, sweeping slice at your head. You avoid instant decapitation by rolling across the debris-strewn floor, but, as you rise to your feet, a wave of dizziness robs you momentarily of your sight, and you stumble backwards against the wall. Your vision clears, and, as Mad Dog approaches, you duck below his wild sweeps and thrust your weapon at his chest. You draw first blood. The clan leader squeals like a stuck pig and pulls away, but quickly recovers and attacks like a man possessed.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small10.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small10.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small10.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<combat><enemy>Mad Dog Michigan</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">18</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">20</enemy-attribute></combat>
<choice idref="sect350">If you win the combat, <link-text>turn to 350</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<signpost>LAGUNA <ch.ampersand/> IMPERIAL RESERVOIRS 7 MILES</signpost>
<p>You follow the sign, taking the smaller road that branches away to the west. The name <quote>Laguna</quote> stirs memories of your childhood before <quote>The Day</quote>, for it was at Laguna Beach, California, that you were born and raised. You are still thinking about your old home, wondering if it is still the same, when the reservoir and dam appear in the distance. The two features make an impressive sight, enhanced by the rugged backdrop of the Cargo Muchacho Mountains and the knowledge that the land on the other side of the reservoir is California state territory.</p>
<p>You bring the convoy to a halt at a point overlooking the wide service road that runs across the top of the dam. Cutter goes forward to check its cracked surface and after walking its entire length, returns to declare that it is passable.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small2.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small2.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small2.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<p>You must now take a Drink or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>
<choice idref="sect48"><link-text>Turn to 48</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<data>
<p>Using the tube, you siphon a couple of gallons from the truck and transfer it to a fuel tank inside the pump house. Then, using the truck<ch.apos/>s battery, you manage to get the engine started. Anxiously the two of you fix your eyes on the cracked glass face of its water gauge, as the noisy old pump arm creaks into action. At first nothing happens; then, as the air that is trapped in the bore is forced out and the pressure rises, the needle creeps slowly around the face of the dial.</p>
<p>Outside, Jaeger locates and opens the valve of the outlet pipe, which looks like a huge faucet, and out pours a coughing stream of crystal-clear water. With a triumphant yell, the two of you rush to the pipe and take turns lying on the ground beneath it until you are completely soaked to the skin. The water is cool and refreshingly pure<ch.emdash/>restore 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small7.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small7.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small7.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<p>In less than twenty minutes you have drawn the sixty gallons you require and loaded the heavy containers onto the back of the pick-up. (If you wish, you may take this opportunity to refill your water canteen.)</p>
<choice idref="sect243"><link-text>Turn to 243</link-text>.</choice>
</data>
<data>
<p>You cannot see your own weapon, but Kate<ch.apos/>s machine pistol is lying close by. You snatch it up and fire at Mad Dog, but nothing happens. The gun is empty.</p>
<p>Mad Dog frees his saw and launches a wild, sweeping slice at your head. You avoid instant decapitation by rolling across the debris-strewn floor, but as you rise to your feet, a wave of dizziness robs you momentarily of your sight, and you stumble backwards against the wall. Then your vision clears, and, as Mad Dog approaches, you duck below his wild sweeps and thrust the muzzle of your empty machine pistol at his chest. You draw first blood. The clan leader squeals like a stuck pig and pulls away, but quickly he recovers and attacks you like a man possessed.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small10.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small10.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small10.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<combat><enemy>Mad Dog Michigan</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">18</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">20</enemy-attribute></combat>
<p>During the combat, you may use the empty machine pistol as a Club (2).</p>
<choice idref="sect350">If you win the fight, <link-text>turn to 350</link-text>.</choice>
<p>The route Jaeger took yesterday, when he hiked from the well in the mountains to Interstate 8, followed the dry watercourse of the San Cristobal Wash. For him it was a difficult trail to follow on foot, and you soon discover that it is even harder to negotiate in a pick-up truck. The broken ground is deeply rutted and littered with boulders, and progress is painfully slow.</p>
<p>Rather than continue in this direction, you decide to try a more indirect route that takes you west, away from the Wash, across an expanse of desert. By chance you happen upon the remains of a dirt road that winds southwards into the mountains. You stay with this track and, although its surface is far from perfect, you make good time.</p>
<p>At length you reach a ridge that overlooks the well. The site itself is located at the bottom of a bowl-shaped gully, shaded from the sun by two of the Mohawk<ch.apos/>s highest peaks. A pump house stands beside the bore-hole, to which is affixed a sign that reads:</p>
- <signpost>LUKE AIR FORCE RANGE</signpost>
- <signpost>GARCIA WELL</signpost>
- <signpost>US GOVT. PROPERTY<ch.emdash/>KEEP OUT!</signpost>
+ <signpost>
+ <line>LUKE AIR FORCE RANGE</line>
+ <line>GARCIA WELL</line>
+ <line>US GOVT. PROPERTY<ch.emdash/>KEEP OUT!</line>
+ </signpost>
<p>Carefully you descend, following the dirt road as it zigzags towards the site. You are within a few hundred yards of your destination when you are faced by an unexpected hazard. You take a sharp right bend to find that a section of the road beyond has collapsed. You brake, but the wheels skid on the loose stones and the rear of the truck starts to slide out towards the edge. Frantically you fight to correct the skid as the truck slides nearer and nearer to the edge of the steep ravine.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your Driving skill score. Add to this total your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score.</p>
<choice idref="sect87">If your total score is 27 or less, <link-text>turn to 87</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>You pull over to the side of the road and Rickenbacker radios to the convoy, instructing it to stop and stand by. Using your magnifying device you are able to see that behind the tents a road block has been erected. It consists of rubble and auto wrecks, and it completely blocks the highway leading to the town of Westmorland. The road south to Brawley is open, but there are several strange-looking people standing at the junction, either singly or gathered in groups. Some are dressed in brightly coloured patchwork clothes, others are half-naked; yet all of them have one thing in common: they move with such lethargy that, from a distance, they resemble a colony of shambling zombies.</p>
+
+ <illustration class="inline">
+ <meta>
+ <creator>Brian Williams</creator>
+ </meta>
+ <instance class="html" src="small11.png" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/png"/>
+ <instance class="html-compatible" src="small11.gif" width="386" height="150" mime-type="image/gif"/>
+ <instance class="pdf" src="small11.pdf" width="386" height="150"/>
+ </illustration>
+
<p><quote>I don<ch.apos/>t like the look of this,</quote> you say to your partner. <quote>Radio the convoy and get them to put Cookie on. Maybe he knows something about these weirdos.</quote></p>
<p>Rickenbacker complies with your request and, within a minute or so, you are talking to Cookie person-to-person. <quote>Sounds like you<ch.apos/>ve run across a pack of Crazies,</quote> says Cookie, after listening to your description of the people at the junction. <quote>They<ch.apos/>re mainly junkies and street-scum that the army kicked outta LA and San Francisco. They<ch.apos/>re usually pretty harmless, but watch y<ch.apos/>selves. You never can tell what they<ch.apos/>ll get up to.</quote></p>
<p>You thank Cookie for the advice and sign off by telling the convoy that you and Rickenbacker are on your way back. You are about to reach for the ignition when suddenly you hear movement away to your right. You turn your head and see three Crazies<ch.emdash/>two men and a woman<ch.emdash/>emerge from the scrub and scurry towards the truck. Despite their frightening appearance, you notice that none of them appears to be armed.</p>
<meta><title>274</title></meta>
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- <p>Left with only one good front tyre, you find yourself battling with the steering wheel to keep the roadster progressing in a straight line. You have barely regained control when another burst of gunfire punches a line of dents across the hood, and forces you to swerve violently to avoid the driving compartment being riddled with lead. With skill, you bring the car to a halt alongside an auto wreck, and shout to your partner to bale out. Bullets whistle all around as you and Rickenbacker tumble out of your seats and seek cover behind the roadster<ch.apos/>s armour-plated side.</p>
+ <p>Left with only one good front tyre, you find yourself battling with the steering wheel to keep the roadster progressing in a straight line. You have barely regained control when another burst of gunfire punches a line of dents across the hood, and forces you to swerve violently to avoid the driving compartment being riddled with lead. With skill, you bring the car to a halt alongside an auto wreck, and shout to your partner to bail out. Bullets whistle all around as you and Rickenbacker tumble out of your seats and seek cover behind the roadster<ch.apos/>s armour-plated side.</p>
<choice idref="sect318"><link-text>Turn to 318</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>You bring your magnifying device to bear on the bridge and focus on the thin man. The stick he is holding has a forked cleft at one end, and he appears to be attempting to catch snakes, probably for food. You hand your glasses to Rickenbacker to let him observe the man<ch.apos/>s strange behaviour.</p>
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<p><quote>What do you think?</quote> you ask.</p>
<p>Rickenbacker shrugs. <quote>I can<ch.apos/>t see no gun and he looks harmless enough. I say we go <ch.apos/>n<ch.apos/> check him out.</quote></p>
<p>Slowly you drive towards the bridge, your eyes fixed on the man<ch.apos/>s movements. You are little more than thirty yards away when suddenly he sees you coming and dives to the ground. He reappears seconds later, brandishing a rusty shotgun, which he fires once in the air. You can tell by its dull report that there is something wrong with his ammunition. Immediately you stop the roadster and reach instinctively for your gun.</p>
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<meta><title>279</title></meta>
+ <footnotes>
+ <footnote id="sect279-1-foot" idref="sect279-1">
+ <p>It is possible that you may not be carrying a missile weapon at this point. This is a game-design issue that cannot be easily rectified.</p>
+ </footnote>
+ </footnotes>
+
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- <p>Expectantly you ease open the door but something makes you stop dead in your tracks. It is a dog-like whimpering, followed by a low growl. The sound makes you uneasy, and you reach for your gun before opening the door any wider.</p>
+ <p>Expectantly you ease open the door but something makes you stop dead in your tracks. It is a dog-like whimpering, followed by a low growl. The sound makes you uneasy, and you reach for your gun before opening the door any wider.<footref id="sect279-1" idref="sect279-1-foot"/></p>
<p>The room beyond is dimly lit by the glow from the roadster<ch.apos/>s headlights which filters in through an open window. The light is just enough for you to make out something moving near the ground. Suddenly a howl splits the silence and the shape leaps up at your chest.</p>
<p>At once you raise and fire your gun at the moving shadow. For a split second the open mouth and head of a ravenous coyote is lit up by the muzzle flash of your weapon. Then, as your shot catches it in the chest, the wild dog stops in mid-air and falls dead at your feet. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.)</p>
<p>Still trembling with the shock of your encounter, you step over the coyote and peer into the room, only to find that it is filled with dusty, orthopaedic apparatus.</p>
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<meta><title>280</title></meta>
+ <footnotes>
+ <footnote id="sect280-1-foot" idref="sect280-1">
+ <p>It is possible that you may not be carrying a missile weapon at this point. This is a game-design issue that cannot be easily rectified.</p>
+ </footnote>
+ </footnotes>
+
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<p>The grenade bounces in front of the truck, rolls, and then comes to rest directly beneath its fuel tank. A few seconds pass, and then there is a huge <onomatopoeia>bang</onomatopoeia>, followed almost immediately by a huge ball of orange flame. A searing wave of heat knocks you flat on your back and leaves you gasping for air: lose 1 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> point.</p>
<p>In the rear of the truck was loaded a keg of blasting powder, and this, coupled with the vehicle<ch.apos/>s gasolene, has produced a spectacularly devastating explosion.</p>
<p>The noise alerts the other clansmen and suddenly all hell breaks loose. They leap to their feet and come running across the bridge, cursing and fumbling for their weapons as they do so. Through a pall of falling dust you hobble to where Rickenbacker is hiding and lower yourself into the ditch beside him.</p>
<p><quote>What the heck was that?</quote> he gasps, stunned by the unexpected force of the explosion.</p>
<p><quote>They must have had some explosives on board,</quote> you reply. <quote>I think it<ch.apos/>s safe to say the radio<ch.apos/>s been destroyed!</quote></p>
- <p>As the dust clears slowly, you see the clansmen running towards the blazing remains of their truck. As they get nearer, you take up your gun and prepare to open fire.</p>
+ <p>As the dust clears slowly, you see the clansmen running towards the blazing remains of their truck. As they get nearer, you take up your gun and prepare to open fire.<footref id="sect280-1" idref="sect280-1-foot"/></p>
<choice idref="sect138"><link-text>Turn to 138</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You are lost in thought when, unexpectedly, a mileage sign and an exit ramp loom out of the dusty darkness. Unfortunately, you overshoot the ramp, but you know by the tachometer on the dashboard, which you re-set to zero before leaving Gila Bend, that you are near the correct freeway exit for Casa Grande, so you stop your car and reverse it for several hundred yards.</p>
- <p>The sign points to Highway 84 and lists the towns of Stanfield (ten miles) and Casa Grande (twenty-three miles). Night has now fallen, although visibility has been so poor that you hardly notice the transition from day to night. With one eye on the tachometer, you follow Highway 84 until, ten miles later, the buildings of Stanfield start to appear on either side of the road. They are little more than fuzzy grey silhouettes, featureless and indistinguishable from each other.</p>
+ <p>You are lost in thought when, unexpectedly, a mileage sign and an exit ramp loom out of the dusty darkness. Unfortunately, you overshoot the ramp, but you know by the milometer on the dashboard, which you re-set to zero before leaving Gila Bend, that you are near the correct freeway exit for Casa Grande, so you stop your car and reverse it for several hundred yards.</p>
+ <p>The sign points to Highway 84 and lists the towns of Stanfield (ten miles) and Casa Grande (twenty-three miles). Night has now fallen, although visibility has been so poor that you hardly notice the transition from day to night. With one eye on the milometer, you follow Highway 84 until, ten miles later, the buildings of Stanfield start to appear on either side of the road. They are little more than fuzzy grey silhouettes, featureless and indistinguishable from each other.</p>
<p>Suddenly up ahead you see a light. You sense it could spell danger, so you bring your roadster quickly to a halt.</p>
<choice idref="sect67">If you possess a <typ class="item">Combat Viewer</typ>, <link-text>turn to 67</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect332">If you do not possess this item, <link-text>turn to 332</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>As you run through the deadly hail of lead, you are half-aware of a burning sensation that cuts across the back of your calf. But it is not until you reach the safety of the alleyway that you dare to look down, to find that you have been wounded: lose 2 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>
<p>Quickly you staunch the bleeding and then hobble the length of the narrow, tunnel-like passage. At the far end, you discover a battered pick-up truck, daubed with clan emblems and slogans, parked beside a fire-escape ladder that is lowered all the way to the ground.</p>
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<choice idref="sect335">If you wish to stop to search the vehicle, <link-text>turn to 335</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect196">If you wish to climb the fire-escape ladder to the roof, <link-text>turn to 196</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Fighting back the sadness that you feel at having lost your roadster, you put on a brave face and join the others on the far side of the dam. Some of the colonists are celebrating their entry to California, but their numbers are few and, in the main, the mood of the colony is one of pessimism. You may have crossed the Californian state line, but you still have a long way to go before you reach civilization.</p>
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<p>Pop Ewell tries once more to radio Pine Valley, but the contact is worse than before and he concludes that the mountains must be blocking the signal. On this side of the river lies the remains of a dirt road which runs north to south. Maps are consulted and it is found that this trail leads north to a small camping settlement called Picacho, and south to Yuma. As it is far too dangerous to approach Yuma, it is decided to go north in the hope of finding a way through the mountains to Highway 78.</p>
<p>You join Rickenbacker in the clan pick-up truck and begin scouting the way ahead.</p>
<choice idref="sect227"><link-text>Turn to 227</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>You follow the highway for a quarter of a mile until you come to a junction. Directly ahead you see a large building with a sign that says:</p>
- <signpost>AJO FIRE STATION</signpost>
- <signpost>PIMA COUNTY</signpost>
+ <signpost>
+ <line>AJO FIRE STATION</line>
+ <line>PIMA COUNTY</line>
+ </signpost>
<p>You feel sure that the local fire department would have a map of the local area, so you drive onto the forecourt and park near the main door. Covering your face against the stinging wind, you leave your roadster and run towards the building. Inside the lobby, bathed in the light from your vehicle<ch.apos/>s headlamps, you find a laminated town map fixed to the counter. You grab a pen lying nearby and hurriedly note directions to the hospital on the back of your left hand.</p>
<p>As you turn to leave you notice an open door off to your left.</p>
<choice idref="sect60">If you wish to search the room beyond the door, <link-text>turn to 60</link-text>.</choice>
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+ <th scope="col">Second Number</th>
+ <th scope="col">Third Number</th>
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+ <th scope="row">First Group</th>
+ <td>8</td>
+ <td>104</td>
+ <td>13</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <th scope="row">Second Group</th>
+ <td>6</td>
+ <td>54</td>
+ <td>9</td>
+ </tr>
+ <tr>
+ <th scope="row">Third Group</th>
+ <td>4</td>
+ <td>[adjustable numbers]</td>
+ <td>7</td>
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<choice idref="sect164">If you cannot solve the security code, <link-text>turn to 164</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>The sound of the F14<ch.apos/>s attack hits you like a clap of thunder behind the ears. There is a massive explosion, followed by a long and heavy rumble that echoes for minutes among the surrounding peaks. The suddenness and awesome power of the strike leaves all four of you stunned into open-mouthed silence, and it is not until you reach Pine Valley, and see your fellow colonists waiting expectantly beyond the fenced checkpoint, that you recover your senses fully and comprehend what has happened. You have survived the journey of a lifetime and, at last, you have reached your goal.</p>
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<p>Following your reunion with your fellow colonists, you are escorted by the army to the US Naval Hospital in San Diego, where those who require it receive expert medical attention. News of your daring journey spreads quickly, and many hundreds of San Diegans besiege the hospital for a glimpse of those who have come out of the Omega Zone, a region where no civilized man was thought capable of surviving for more than a few weeks.</p>
<p>It is not long before the full account of the hardships and perils you have faced are coaxed out of your fellow colonists by the news-hungry Californian populace. Within a few days you discover that your personal exploits have made you quite a hero in their eyes, especially when it is revealed that you were born and raised in California. Your reputation is further glorified when the full story of your love for Kate Norton is told, and of how you saved her from the clutches of a despised HAVOC leader against all odds.</p>
<p>The army and the civil leaders stage a special ceremony in honour of the indefatigable spirit that you and your colony displayed during your exodus. News of the ceremony comes as an unexpected surprise, yet there is an even greater surprise awaiting you. At the end of the grand ceremony, you are reunited with your family, all of whom have survived the post-holocaust years. It is a joyous and emotional reunion, the memory of which you will cherish for the rest of your life.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect265">265</a>) Replaced <quote>painkillers</quote> with <quote>pain killers</quote>. Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect268">268</a>) Replaced <quote>hands, then</quote> with <quote>hands, and then</quote>. Replaced <quote>breach</quote> with <quote>breech</quote>. Added <quote>(Remember to deduct a round of 12-gauge ammunition from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.)</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect271">271</a>) Replaced <quote>shockwave</quote> with <quote>shock wave</quote>. Added <quote>(Remember to deduct a round of 9mm ammunition from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.)</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect274">274</a>) Replaced <quote>bale out</quote> with <quote>bail out</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect275">275</a>) Added <quote>(Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.)</quote>. Replaced <quote>win, and</quote> with <quote>win and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect276">276</a>) Replaced <quote>pause, then</quote> with <quote>pause, and then</quote>. Replaced <quote>You bring your lenses to</quote> with <quote>You bring your magnifying device to</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect277">277</a>) Replaced <quote>click</quote> with <quote><onomatopoeia>click</onomatopoeia></quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect282">282</a>) Removed duplicate <quote>seat.</quote>. Replaced <quote>holes, then</quote> with <quote>holes, and then</quote>. Replaced <quote>or choose</quote> with <quote>or if you choose</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect283">283</a>) Replaced <quote>air, then</quote> with <quote>air, and then</quote>. Replaced <quote>Michigan, in</quote> with <quote>Michigan in</quote>. Replaced <quote>Pantona Wash</quote> with <quote>Pantano Wash</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect285">285</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>. Added <quote>(Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.)</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect289">289</a>) Replaced two occurrences of <quote>tachometer</quote> with <quote>milometer</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect290">290</a>) Replaced <quote>distant poppings</quote> with <quote>distant popping</quote>. Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>. Replaced <quote>reassuringly, <ch.lsquot/>we<ch.apos/>re</quote> with <quote>reassuringly. <ch.lsquot/>We<ch.apos/>re</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect291">291</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>. Replaced <quote>scuttling scratching</quote> with <quote>scuttling, scratching</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect294">294</a>) Added <quote>(Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.)</quote>.</p>
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+ <li><a idref="sect12">Section 12</a>, <a idref="sect292">Section 292</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect21">Section 21</a>, <a idref="sect27">Section 27</a>, <a idref="sect83">Section 83</a>, <a idref="sect105">Section 105</a>, <a idref="sect234">Section 234</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect28">Section 28</a>, <a idref="sect80">Section 80</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect43">Section 43</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect49">Section 49</a>, <a idref="sect251">Section 251</a>, <a idref="sect276">Section 276</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect60">Section 60</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect200">Section 200</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect211">Section 211</a></li>
+ <li><a idref="sect293">Section 293</a></li>
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