78 You're Not Enrique!

Stepping inside, Dennis found himself in a space that, while spartan, offered everything he needed to rest and recuperate. The interior was illuminated by a small light bulb above.

With the shelter secured, Dennis allowed himself a moment to relax, the tension from the day's events gradually ebbing away.

From his provisions, he took out food—rations that were designed for efficiency rather than culinary delight, yet after a day of driving and the adrenaline of the chase, they were a welcome sustenance.

As he ate, Dennis reflected on the day's journey, the challenges he had faced, and the path that lay ahead. The meal, his first of the day, was a simple affair, yet it provided not just nourishment for his body but a moment of solace for his mind.

The solitude of his temporary encampment and the quiet of the night occasionally broken by the distant howls of mutated beasts, reminded Dennis of the stark reality of his mission.