Rom ran down the streets of the Shizuoko ghetto with a sniper rifle. He had to get to his next position. His tan trench coat flapping in the wind as the fallout rained down like snow. He brought the neck of his sweater up so it covered his mouth and nose trying not to breathe in the toxic particles but it was of little use. The iodine pills he had been taking for the past year would have to do…..