I wake up to ash and dust, proceeding to wipe my brow because I'm sweating rust. After I breathe in the chemicals - ah - I raise my flag, don my clothes, and paint myself red in order to fit right in. I then proceed to run screaming at you up the hill, using my newfound radioactive powers to imagine up a swarm of dragons. The dragons burn you with flames, sending you directly to the hosPITol (which I assume is spelled/capitalized weirdly as a reference to something?). The hill is now mine.