dannosaur

I had a post-apocalyptic mutant nightmare that I am able to recall with uncanny detail. We as survivors ground up the fresh viscera of our fallen comrades to make soylent green-esque provisions before a freak mutant genophage reanimated their corpses. Different basecamps communicated through a makeshift network utilizing archaic means like telnet.
I ended up as a mad-max type enforcer, driving a car through the wasteland eradicating mutant sporenodes, doing maintenance on junction boxes, and weekly "checkups" on camps.
Perhaps I should write this down.