I feel a tad better, and I've been talking with Marthe, these days.
Marthe says that the mutants (for lack of a better word, we called the creatures this way) can't be the result of radiations alone.
She doesn't know how they could enter the shelter, by definition a place hermetically shut.
But saw them rushing over anything coming into their range.
In spite of their deformed bodies, these things are capable of an impressive velocity.
When I was at the shelter, my gunfire, apart from dislocating my shoulder, made them cower away. But I didn't hit a single one of them.
Marthe explained to me that she followed me from the shelter. Apparently, I was really shaken, because I didn't hear her or see her along the way. This being said, considering I crumbled down only
little time afterwards, it ain't surprising I didn't notice her.
She thinks she's the only survivor of the shelter. I don't have the strength to go check her saying, I shall take her word on it.
She explained to me that there was a security service supposed to be the police while the military was reinstalling some kind of order in the outside, but that this secrity service got slaughtered.
They were trained to be, in the worst possible case, some riot squad. Not a degenerated-anabolized-monsters squad.
She talked a lot. Also, she cried a little. I wonder if she had any family in this shelter. Anyway, now that she's here, I don't see myself kicking her out. I don't like people, but I know how to
be thankful when someone saves my life.