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I'm looking for long-term Rp partners who aren't afraid of writing a paragraph or more, and who just love to write about Sci-fi horror! My idea is still pretty vague but I think we can work out the kinks. If you're interested just message me here, or PM me. This is pretty much just a zombie story, but based more on surviving others and your own characters' minds. (Psychological horror(?) )
Background: Year 5010. The world is dying, decaying right under the people's feet, and they're willing to do anything to survive.
After more than 3,000 years of picking at Earth's ozone, mother nature can finally take no more, and now precious air is limited.
luckily for the people of Earth, they were already prepared for this upcoming disaster. Mars was already claimed as property, and space buses were ready for deployment. Volunteers would spend the next 100 years on Mars to prep it for the rest of the nation's people.
Everything was going well, and the "Martians" kept in contact with Earth every 2 years. But suddenly children and livestock on Mars begin dying, same as the agriculture.
Something was wrong.
Turned out that Mars wasn't as docile as it seemed. When computers malfunction, a toxic gas native to the planet was released, which slowly killed off the peoples' children and food sources.
While trying to evacuate and call off the mission, their fuel source explodes after coming in contact with the noxious gas.
The people of Mars are instructed to go back into their pods and wait until the next day for instructions.
They end up sleeping 10 years away, frozen in time...
Exerpt:
Silence.
Long, undisturbed, moments of quietness had long been passed in the white room where the slumber-pods resigned. It was finally time to wake.
"Pod Bay Computer Activated-ted."
[ Computer functions: Online]
[ Manuel Apparatus Instruction: Searching. Searching. Searching...]
[ ...Search Failed. ]
[ Automatic System Instruction: Now Online... Load -Wake Up Call ]
"Wake Up Call In T-minus, 5 Seconds."
"5..."
" 4..."
" 3..."
" 2..."
" 1..."
[ Now Releasing Pod Latches ]
"G-G-Goo-o-od morn-morning...!" A distorted auto-generated voice sung.
The lonely call was eerie in the quiet pod bay, falling on the deaf ears of the slumber-pod inhabitants, who remained unmoving in their forced sleep.
It stayed quiet, save for the mechanical whirring noises that came as the computer unlatched the pod locks.
A caterwauling noise followed shortly as air violently spewed forth from a great release-- in unison the pod doors lifted, allowing a spectral white vapor to escape.
When the the pod's seal rose, Florence's body flopped to the floor.
Fire born straight from Hell shot through her previously resting veins, and sent her eyes bulging from their sockets.
A horrific pain like none other tore through her, much like a hot knife was searing through the very insides of her body.
Ripples of air pushed from her gaping mouth in an agonizing struggle to scream; she wanted scream out of desperation, scream for help, scream to alleviate her torture-- but, she soon found that her voice wouldn't come.
Her mind was blank as her back arched uncontrollably, and her eyes dashed from side to side. Her throat convulsed as it strained, trying to pass her shallow breaths as she lay, twitching in the stale, white room.
It might have been minutes or maybe even hours when Florence realized that the pain was gone, and her thoughts had returned. Immediately she gasped, swallowing as much air as possibly she could.
She couldn't even fathom the idea of what was wrong, or why she was in so much pain. It had never happened before.
As she continued to lay there, the cold steel of the bay's floor began to burn Florence's sensitive body, but when she moved to stand, her legs trembled and gave the worst jolts of pain she had felt in a long while.
She needed help. There was no way she would be able to stand with her body weak like this.
But why weren't the technicians here?
They were always present when the seals opened, and yet as Florence looked around, there was no one to be found. Absolutely no one.
She trembled in disbelief, and brought shaky hands to her face.
"Hello?!" She called, desperate to hear someone's voice; anyone's voice.
But had anyone been there, her frail shout would have been much too tiny to hear anyways.
She only had one option now.
She had to stand up...
Sorry if I don't respond right away, I get busy during the day so my responses can be delayed, but I will always try to get back to you asap.
I'm looking for long-term Rp partners who aren't afraid of writing a paragraph or more, and who just love to write about Sci-fi horror! My idea is still pretty vague but I think we can work out the kinks. If you're interested just message me here, or PM me. This is pretty much just a zombie story, but based more on surviving others and your own characters' minds. (Psychological horror(?) )
Background: Year 5010. The world is dying, decaying right under the people's feet, and they're willing to do anything to survive.
After more than 3,000 years of picking at Earth's ozone, mother nature can finally take no more, and now precious air is limited.
luckily for the people of Earth, they were already prepared for this upcoming disaster. Mars was already claimed as property, and space buses were ready for deployment. Volunteers would spend the next 100 years on Mars to prep it for the rest of the nation's people.
Everything was going well, and the "Martians" kept in contact with Earth every 2 years. But suddenly children and livestock on Mars begin dying, same as the agriculture.
Something was wrong.
Turned out that Mars wasn't as docile as it seemed. When computers malfunction, a toxic gas native to the planet was released, which slowly killed off the peoples' children and food sources.
While trying to evacuate and call off the mission, their fuel source explodes after coming in contact with the noxious gas.
The people of Mars are instructed to go back into their pods and wait until the next day for instructions.
They end up sleeping 10 years away, frozen in time...
Exerpt:
Silence.
Long, undisturbed, moments of quietness had long been passed in the white room where the slumber-pods resigned. It was finally time to wake.
"Pod Bay Computer Activated-ted."
[ Computer functions: Online]
[ Manuel Apparatus Instruction: Searching. Searching. Searching...]
[ ...Search Failed. ]
[ Automatic System Instruction: Now Online... Load -Wake Up Call ]
"Wake Up Call In T-minus, 5 Seconds."
"5..."
" 4..."
" 3..."
" 2..."
" 1..."
[ Now Releasing Pod Latches ]
"G-G-Goo-o-od morn-morning...!" A distorted auto-generated voice sung.
The lonely call was eerie in the quiet pod bay, falling on the deaf ears of the slumber-pod inhabitants, who remained unmoving in their forced sleep.
It stayed quiet, save for the mechanical whirring noises that came as the computer unlatched the pod locks.
A caterwauling noise followed shortly as air violently spewed forth from a great release-- in unison the pod doors lifted, allowing a spectral white vapor to escape.
When the the pod's seal rose, Florence's body flopped to the floor.
Fire born straight from Hell shot through her previously resting veins, and sent her eyes bulging from their sockets.
A horrific pain like none other tore through her, much like a hot knife was searing through the very insides of her body.
Ripples of air pushed from her gaping mouth in an agonizing struggle to scream; she wanted scream out of desperation, scream for help, scream to alleviate her torture-- but, she soon found that her voice wouldn't come.
Her mind was blank as her back arched uncontrollably, and her eyes dashed from side to side. Her throat convulsed as it strained, trying to pass her shallow breaths as she lay, twitching in the stale, white room.
It might have been minutes or maybe even hours when Florence realized that the pain was gone, and her thoughts had returned. Immediately she gasped, swallowing as much air as possibly she could.
She couldn't even fathom the idea of what was wrong, or why she was in so much pain. It had never happened before.
As she continued to lay there, the cold steel of the bay's floor began to burn Florence's sensitive body, but when she moved to stand, her legs trembled and gave the worst jolts of pain she had felt in a long while.
She needed help. There was no way she would be able to stand with her body weak like this.
But why weren't the technicians here?
They were always present when the seals opened, and yet as Florence looked around, there was no one to be found. Absolutely no one.
She trembled in disbelief, and brought shaky hands to her face.
"Hello?!" She called, desperate to hear someone's voice; anyone's voice.
But had anyone been there, her frail shout would have been much too tiny to hear anyways.
She only had one option now.
She had to stand up...
Sorry if I don't respond right away, I get busy during the day so my responses can be delayed, but I will always try to get back to you asap.
Good Evening!
I am very much interested in this and would love to be a part of it.
I am open almost always to respond to anything!
Have a good time zone,
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I am very much interested in this and would love to be a part of it.
I am open almost always to respond to anything!
Have a good time zone,
Sevatar27
Hello! I’m quite interested in this and willing to add into Freya’s background to fit the story. She is a synthetic as her consciousness has been downloaded into a mechanical brain, basically like ghost in the shell. Her background kind of fits as well since becoming synthetic was her parents way of saving her from some disaster.
I'm interested in this- I just hope my character's a right fit. He may be that technician your looking for... If you can get past his stuttering.
Glass blue hues, scanned the interior, intelligently. His eyes were normal, they just looked like glass. There was so much debris and dust, it was hard for him to see. Enoch did not remember how long he was out, but it had been nearly a half a day since his pod prison cell decided to wake him.
The first hour he had hope that he could find someone to support him and give him some answers. The second hour he started to worry. After twelve hours, his body started to become weak and tired. Enoch now despised his brother Nate for forsaking him on this unstable planet and taking the easy route.
“Dammit all.” He grimaced to himself.
He fell to his knees and closed his eyes to try and rest his mind. His face and body was covered in grease and sweat from the humidity. He had no food. No clean water, all he had was this tainted air. He wondered now what the hell happened to all those other people who laid in their pods? He couldn’t have been the only one. So much silence made him slowly lose hope.
Then he heard a woman’s voice. His eyes broke back open and suddenly he found a renewed energy. He pulled himself back up and moved over to where he identified the noise. Upon arrival, there was a huge barrier of steel that boarded the door. He remembered now. This door led to a hallway; the only exit from the decontamination sector.
Enoch pulled out his blaster pistol but it was damaged. Electrical currents currulated all around the weapon, indicating that it was in need a good recharge. He sheathed the weapon in his chest holster; hoping there was at least one mechanic who survived on Mars. His last and only option, he went to his hip and pulled for this tiny rod. When he touched it, the rod expanded into a shielded grip with a pommel, out of that came a blue glowing dagger; technically it was called bluefire.
Enoch thrusted the bluefire into the steel barrier, slowly cutting in a large circular motion. He grit his teeth cutting that hole with strength and determination.
When the barrier was finally overcome, he put away bluefire and kicked down the loose steel with his boot. The circular plate fell to the ground and the man carefully stepped through the hole he created.
“Are you okay?” He said to the woman.
He offered his hand to help her up...
The first hour he had hope that he could find someone to support him and give him some answers. The second hour he started to worry. After twelve hours, his body started to become weak and tired. Enoch now despised his brother Nate for forsaking him on this unstable planet and taking the easy route.
“Dammit all.” He grimaced to himself.
He fell to his knees and closed his eyes to try and rest his mind. His face and body was covered in grease and sweat from the humidity. He had no food. No clean water, all he had was this tainted air. He wondered now what the hell happened to all those other people who laid in their pods? He couldn’t have been the only one. So much silence made him slowly lose hope.
Then he heard a woman’s voice. His eyes broke back open and suddenly he found a renewed energy. He pulled himself back up and moved over to where he identified the noise. Upon arrival, there was a huge barrier of steel that boarded the door. He remembered now. This door led to a hallway; the only exit from the decontamination sector.
Enoch pulled out his blaster pistol but it was damaged. Electrical currents currulated all around the weapon, indicating that it was in need a good recharge. He sheathed the weapon in his chest holster; hoping there was at least one mechanic who survived on Mars. His last and only option, he went to his hip and pulled for this tiny rod. When he touched it, the rod expanded into a shielded grip with a pommel, out of that came a blue glowing dagger; technically it was called bluefire.
Enoch thrusted the bluefire into the steel barrier, slowly cutting in a large circular motion. He grit his teeth cutting that hole with strength and determination.
When the barrier was finally overcome, he put away bluefire and kicked down the loose steel with his boot. The circular plate fell to the ground and the man carefully stepped through the hole he created.
“Are you okay?” He said to the woman.
He offered his hand to help her up...
The weariness of her re-awakened body had begun to slip away, leaving Florence in a long-lasting rush of adrenaline. Her body shook as if the ground beneath her were quaking, and her shallow breaths had become quick and uneven.
Her heart was thrumming against her chest, filling her limbs with much needed circulation as she fought to stand up. The most she managed to do was lift herself enough so she could sit, but she knew that was the most she could move by her own will.
"Why is no one here... what's happened?" Her voice was a shallow creak, the pitiful noise of a broken door hinge-- a dry rasp of flittering breath. This was no good.
The silence was going on forever, practically ringing in Florence's ears like wailing alarms... until the shattering groan of ripping metal echoed through the room, crashing through the silence and dispelling it for good.
It came from her right, and Florence watched in both disbelief and unease as the burning blue light of what seemed to be a dagger, tore through the metal wall of the adjacent pod bay. Though she wished she could stand to run away or at least defend herself, Florence could do nothing but watch helplessly as the wall of steel was cut through and knocked down, almost as if it were weightless.
Her body flinched at both the sight and the sound of the crash, and for a moment as her eyes were shut tightly, she hoped it was a rescue team here to take her away from whatever situation this might be.
But alas, as she opened her eyes again she found herself in the presence of a man. He stood above her and his figure was both intimidating and relieving to see as he suddenly spoke.
"Are you okay?" He asked, and his voice was easily stronger than her own, deeper and sturdy. Florence couldn't even find the will within herself to speak, even though she now had someone to talk with. She didn't even nod at his question as he stood there.
That's when he offered her his hand.
Her awe immediately faded as soon as it happened, and Florence found her ability to function as a regular human again. She didn't find herself trusting this man anytime soon, but she had no one else for now and she wanted to stand up, so she took his hand.
As soon as she placed her palm in his, she was yanked into her feet, and once more the pain came flooding in.
"Damnit!"
Her knees buckled under her in agony as her legs tried their best to keep her upright. It felt like it had been an eternity since she last stood up, but that couldn't be right... she was suppose to be in the pod for only a night or two at most, yet her body was revolting against her like it had been weeks since she used it.
When she could finally stand, she could barely feel her toes, and she sorely doubted her abilities of walking.
Her eyes went back to the man who had not only cut his was into the Pod, but helped her stand. She licked her lips and tried to swallow, but her tongue was like sand-paper and her throat was sore from the short bit of yelling she had done before. Regardless, Florence opened her mouth to speak.
"Who are you?"
She grimaced at both her whimper of a voice and the discomfort of talking. She wanted to ask more questions but she needed to find water and even better, answers. She needed to go outside, maybe there was something better out there, possibly help. She hoped so.
Her heart was thrumming against her chest, filling her limbs with much needed circulation as she fought to stand up. The most she managed to do was lift herself enough so she could sit, but she knew that was the most she could move by her own will.
"Why is no one here... what's happened?" Her voice was a shallow creak, the pitiful noise of a broken door hinge-- a dry rasp of flittering breath. This was no good.
The silence was going on forever, practically ringing in Florence's ears like wailing alarms... until the shattering groan of ripping metal echoed through the room, crashing through the silence and dispelling it for good.
It came from her right, and Florence watched in both disbelief and unease as the burning blue light of what seemed to be a dagger, tore through the metal wall of the adjacent pod bay. Though she wished she could stand to run away or at least defend herself, Florence could do nothing but watch helplessly as the wall of steel was cut through and knocked down, almost as if it were weightless.
Her body flinched at both the sight and the sound of the crash, and for a moment as her eyes were shut tightly, she hoped it was a rescue team here to take her away from whatever situation this might be.
But alas, as she opened her eyes again she found herself in the presence of a man. He stood above her and his figure was both intimidating and relieving to see as he suddenly spoke.
"Are you okay?" He asked, and his voice was easily stronger than her own, deeper and sturdy. Florence couldn't even find the will within herself to speak, even though she now had someone to talk with. She didn't even nod at his question as he stood there.
That's when he offered her his hand.
Her awe immediately faded as soon as it happened, and Florence found her ability to function as a regular human again. She didn't find herself trusting this man anytime soon, but she had no one else for now and she wanted to stand up, so she took his hand.
As soon as she placed her palm in his, she was yanked into her feet, and once more the pain came flooding in.
"Damnit!"
Her knees buckled under her in agony as her legs tried their best to keep her upright. It felt like it had been an eternity since she last stood up, but that couldn't be right... she was suppose to be in the pod for only a night or two at most, yet her body was revolting against her like it had been weeks since she used it.
When she could finally stand, she could barely feel her toes, and she sorely doubted her abilities of walking.
Her eyes went back to the man who had not only cut his was into the Pod, but helped her stand. She licked her lips and tried to swallow, but her tongue was like sand-paper and her throat was sore from the short bit of yelling she had done before. Regardless, Florence opened her mouth to speak.
"Who are you?"
She grimaced at both her whimper of a voice and the discomfort of talking. She wanted to ask more questions but she needed to find water and even better, answers. She needed to go outside, maybe there was something better out there, possibly help. She hoped so.
After he helped the survivor to her feet, he held her steady seeing that her body was still weak and her legs wobbled. He had this same problem, but managed to stretch himself back to condition twelve hours ago.
She would notice his armor, it was a military suit with a dozen ranked star pins on his right shoulder. His face was also different, not just with his glass blue eyes, but she would also notice on the left side of his cheek, was what appeared to be a line of blue energy that trailed on the side of his head; all connected by a blue glowing chip in his forehead. This was a chip that the government called Elixir.
The chip was ultimately what woke him up. It was also connected to bluefire and if he was to go outdoors it would create a mouthed mask that provided him with unlimited oxygen; rotated from his blood and his brain. Elixir was an ambitious experiment, dedicated to his squad; the Seekers and other secret Martian agents. Sadly, his crew was missing now and he was the only one left.
He carefully took her other arm helping her stay balanced. That was when she sought to know him. He smiled at her like a normal person you would greet for the first time, yet his words were to point. He knew whatever was out there wasn’t smiling, so he prepared himself mentally for the worst.
“Enoch...we need to find a water source.”
His mouth was parched losing so much sweat to get this far. He finally trusted her and let her her arms go free. Like a baby fawn he waited to see if she would collapse or fall; he hoped that she could keep up with him. He turned away not to embarrass her and slowly pushed on.
What he seen next horrified him. The woman’s pod he noticed was in good condition still, but the bodies sleeping in the pods ahead of them were not sleep at all. The glass was broken on many of them and their faces were all in skeletal form. That’s when he realized something serious happened.
He turned back to the woman, his eyes in a horrid fear.
“We’ve been sleep a long time.”
She would notice his armor, it was a military suit with a dozen ranked star pins on his right shoulder. His face was also different, not just with his glass blue eyes, but she would also notice on the left side of his cheek, was what appeared to be a line of blue energy that trailed on the side of his head; all connected by a blue glowing chip in his forehead. This was a chip that the government called Elixir.
The chip was ultimately what woke him up. It was also connected to bluefire and if he was to go outdoors it would create a mouthed mask that provided him with unlimited oxygen; rotated from his blood and his brain. Elixir was an ambitious experiment, dedicated to his squad; the Seekers and other secret Martian agents. Sadly, his crew was missing now and he was the only one left.
He carefully took her other arm helping her stay balanced. That was when she sought to know him. He smiled at her like a normal person you would greet for the first time, yet his words were to point. He knew whatever was out there wasn’t smiling, so he prepared himself mentally for the worst.
“Enoch...we need to find a water source.”
His mouth was parched losing so much sweat to get this far. He finally trusted her and let her her arms go free. Like a baby fawn he waited to see if she would collapse or fall; he hoped that she could keep up with him. He turned away not to embarrass her and slowly pushed on.
What he seen next horrified him. The woman’s pod he noticed was in good condition still, but the bodies sleeping in the pods ahead of them were not sleep at all. The glass was broken on many of them and their faces were all in skeletal form. That’s when he realized something serious happened.
He turned back to the woman, his eyes in a horrid fear.
“We’ve been sleep a long time.”
With the help of the man, who Florence soon learned was named Enoch, she kept her balance on sore legs and made a jerky effort to walk. She didn't get very far, only to the opposing wall so she could lean against it.
It was a struggle to move, but Florence was sure she could do it if she could get her hands on a cane, at least until her legs found their strength. Florence lifted her head and gave a nod of 'thanks' to the man, wishing she had the ability to say her own introduction.
Enoch was right, they absolutely needed to find water, there was hardly any argument about it. As Florence stood, leaning partially against the wall, she watched the tall man begin to wander off, toward the other pods.
Letting her eyes follow him, Florence ran into the same devastating sight as he.
Though her pod stayed relatively functioning, the pods beside her own had become caskets to the skeletal remains of the once living. The faces of many had shrunken, their skin had shriveled and their features had turned to dust. Many of them hung lifeless from their broken pod seal, and glass shards coated their remains.
Florence could feel something inside her squirm like a bug, and if she had any food left to throw up, it would have been a mess on the floor by now.
Enoch turned around, looking back at her with a look of horror in his ominous blue eyes.
When he spoke the words of their situation, Florence could do nothing but cover her face. There was no amount of words that could voice her disbelief.
Just how long had they been asleep?
'Long enough for people to die...' she thought.
That thought put a tremor of dread through her, and as Enoch approached her again, Florence pushed herself from the wall. Though her legs protested, she forced herself away from this room and toward the closet room where the lockers were held.
She leaned against the door of the closet, practically shaking as she spotted the door scanner. She slapped her hand against the red plate, immediately feeling a tingle of warmth go through her hand as the system automatically read her palm prints.
An automated voice followed, crackling from above their heads as it spoke, "Florence Weaver, locker opened."
The door she leaned against slid open, and she nearly fell, but she instead found her footing, grit her teeth, and walked inside to her open locker. Her work clothes were there, as well as her Anti-G (anti- gravity)boots.
She honestly gave a sigh of relief after seeing something remnant of her past life. She took her olive green smock and overalls and threw them on over her decontamination suit, then slipped her boots on. Immediately her feet became enclosed by a heavy weight as the boots began their work.
It was almost as if she were waking up and going out to work at the Greenery today, but that wasn't close to the truth at all. In fact, Florence had a constantly rising fear of what she may see once outside of the Pod bay.
Looking back inside of her locker, Florence caught the glimpse of something that nearly made her smile. She stuck her hand far inside and pulled out a military-grade water canteen.
She could hear the sound of liquid sloshing inside and didn't hesitate to open the bottle and drink its contents.
Thankfully, she last left water inside the bottle. It wasn't of good quality, as it tasted like the metallic inside of the canteen, but it was water and she needed it. She drank about half of the large bottle's contents until her belly could hold no more.
She finished with a heaving groan, and capped the canteen as she dried her mouth.
With tired eyes and an even more tired body, Florence looked over at Enoch and tossed him the bottle.
"...Let's get out..."
It was a struggle to move, but Florence was sure she could do it if she could get her hands on a cane, at least until her legs found their strength. Florence lifted her head and gave a nod of 'thanks' to the man, wishing she had the ability to say her own introduction.
Enoch was right, they absolutely needed to find water, there was hardly any argument about it. As Florence stood, leaning partially against the wall, she watched the tall man begin to wander off, toward the other pods.
Letting her eyes follow him, Florence ran into the same devastating sight as he.
Though her pod stayed relatively functioning, the pods beside her own had become caskets to the skeletal remains of the once living. The faces of many had shrunken, their skin had shriveled and their features had turned to dust. Many of them hung lifeless from their broken pod seal, and glass shards coated their remains.
Florence could feel something inside her squirm like a bug, and if she had any food left to throw up, it would have been a mess on the floor by now.
Enoch turned around, looking back at her with a look of horror in his ominous blue eyes.
When he spoke the words of their situation, Florence could do nothing but cover her face. There was no amount of words that could voice her disbelief.
Just how long had they been asleep?
'Long enough for people to die...' she thought.
That thought put a tremor of dread through her, and as Enoch approached her again, Florence pushed herself from the wall. Though her legs protested, she forced herself away from this room and toward the closet room where the lockers were held.
She leaned against the door of the closet, practically shaking as she spotted the door scanner. She slapped her hand against the red plate, immediately feeling a tingle of warmth go through her hand as the system automatically read her palm prints.
An automated voice followed, crackling from above their heads as it spoke, "Florence Weaver, locker opened."
The door she leaned against slid open, and she nearly fell, but she instead found her footing, grit her teeth, and walked inside to her open locker. Her work clothes were there, as well as her Anti-G (anti- gravity)boots.
She honestly gave a sigh of relief after seeing something remnant of her past life. She took her olive green smock and overalls and threw them on over her decontamination suit, then slipped her boots on. Immediately her feet became enclosed by a heavy weight as the boots began their work.
It was almost as if she were waking up and going out to work at the Greenery today, but that wasn't close to the truth at all. In fact, Florence had a constantly rising fear of what she may see once outside of the Pod bay.
Looking back inside of her locker, Florence caught the glimpse of something that nearly made her smile. She stuck her hand far inside and pulled out a military-grade water canteen.
She could hear the sound of liquid sloshing inside and didn't hesitate to open the bottle and drink its contents.
Thankfully, she last left water inside the bottle. It wasn't of good quality, as it tasted like the metallic inside of the canteen, but it was water and she needed it. She drank about half of the large bottle's contents until her belly could hold no more.
She finished with a heaving groan, and capped the canteen as she dried her mouth.
With tired eyes and an even more tired body, Florence looked over at Enoch and tossed him the bottle.
"...Let's get out..."
When she fled in the side room, he remembered this lockroom quarter as well. Light fixtures hung down from the ceiling still holding sparks; as if something strong came in here. He observed all of this while he followed the woman. He wanted to ask for her name, but the automated voice read his mind and answered for him, ‘Florence Weaver’, it said. Her small feet slid into those proper boots and he smiled. He stayed quite and made note of her name; it was easy enough.
While she was scavenging into what appeared to be a personal locker, Enoch was searching everything. One was smashed shut and he broke off the seal conduit with his boot to kick it open.
“Bingo.” He seen a blaster rifle.
He took it in his hands to examine the weapon quality and it was still in good condition. Deeper in the locker he found something else, “Nice.” A weapon charger. He unsheathed his blaster pistol from his chest and injected energy in it with the portable changer. He sheathed his pistol and pocketed the charger.
When he looked back, Florence had found water. She tossed him the canteen and he tossed her the blaster rifle. A proper trade. At her words to get out he was already moving in that direction. There was only one way out, he remembered, through the quarantine sector.
He took the canteen and drained it clean until there was nothing left. It would hold them both for another day, but they needed to find a water source, possibly an abandoned ship to leave this planet.
Enoch analyzed everything. And the possibilities of their death was 99%. The possibilities of their survival was 1%. It wasn’t good. They were on a planet that had no life.
“Well, Florence...you’re going to need oxygen if the main sector line is broken. We’d have to get in the Engineering room to active the power transmitter so all the sectors can be restored.”
While she was scavenging into what appeared to be a personal locker, Enoch was searching everything. One was smashed shut and he broke off the seal conduit with his boot to kick it open.
“Bingo.” He seen a blaster rifle.
He took it in his hands to examine the weapon quality and it was still in good condition. Deeper in the locker he found something else, “Nice.” A weapon charger. He unsheathed his blaster pistol from his chest and injected energy in it with the portable changer. He sheathed his pistol and pocketed the charger.
When he looked back, Florence had found water. She tossed him the canteen and he tossed her the blaster rifle. A proper trade. At her words to get out he was already moving in that direction. There was only one way out, he remembered, through the quarantine sector.
He took the canteen and drained it clean until there was nothing left. It would hold them both for another day, but they needed to find a water source, possibly an abandoned ship to leave this planet.
Enoch analyzed everything. And the possibilities of their death was 99%. The possibilities of their survival was 1%. It wasn’t good. They were on a planet that had no life.
“Well, Florence...you’re going to need oxygen if the main sector line is broken. We’d have to get in the Engineering room to active the power transmitter so all the sectors can be restored.”
After passing Enoch the remainder of her water, Florence was surprised to have him toss a weapon to her.
It wasn't a graceful catch, but Florence just managed to wrap her arms around what looked to be a rifle. It was heavy and awkward, but she found a strap around the blaster and shouldered the weapon.
With that, she followed after Enoch, though her pace was still not nearly as quick as his. As they traveled through the dim halls, Florence recognized the route they were taking.
Enoch was leaving to the quarantine section of the Pod bay.
“Well, Florence...you’re going to need oxygen if the main sector line is broken. We’d have to get in the Engineering room to active the power transmitter so all the sectors can be restored.”
Florence knit her brow the moment that sentence exited Enoch's mouth.
"The main line... The oxygen diffuser shouldn't be broken. The technicians--" Florence cut herself off mid-sentence.
Both she and Enoch had been asleep for a long time, which meant the technicians had also been put to rest...it was probable that the oxygen levels plummeted due to the lack of repair.
Florence bit her lip and spun on her heel, "I don't really know the layout of the Pod bay that well... I was only a Green Master, I had no need going into the Engineering departments."
She looked back at Enoch, finally taking in his uniform attire. His armor, the stars pinned across his shoulder, his tact abilities, and the weapon he holstered against his chest. There was no doubt he was military, and that sent off several alarms in Florence's brain.
"You seem like you would know more than I do." Florence muttered.
She had never seen a soldier in the area before, let alone be able to rest in the common pod bays. If the military had come before the people were placed into their pods, Florence could only wonder what truly happened before she was sent to sleep.
Even more, she wanted to know how long she had been out.
With one last glance towards Enoch, Florence limped off to the next corridor to the right of quarantine.
"There's a map of the pod bay's layout, I'm sure we can find the department you're looking for, Enoch."
Like Florence had said, there was a map mounted on the wall of the hallway. It was darkened, covered by a mound of dust which Florence quickly wiped away. A red dot beside quarantine marked where they stood, and Florence traced her finger along the fastest route to the Engineering department.
"This is where it is," She said, pointing at a blue dot on the map, "it's not that far away from here..."
It would just be a few corners away, then they could activate the transmitters and get out.
Florence led the way, reaching the door that separated them from the Engineering room.
It wasn't a graceful catch, but Florence just managed to wrap her arms around what looked to be a rifle. It was heavy and awkward, but she found a strap around the blaster and shouldered the weapon.
With that, she followed after Enoch, though her pace was still not nearly as quick as his. As they traveled through the dim halls, Florence recognized the route they were taking.
Enoch was leaving to the quarantine section of the Pod bay.
“Well, Florence...you’re going to need oxygen if the main sector line is broken. We’d have to get in the Engineering room to active the power transmitter so all the sectors can be restored.”
Florence knit her brow the moment that sentence exited Enoch's mouth.
"The main line... The oxygen diffuser shouldn't be broken. The technicians--" Florence cut herself off mid-sentence.
Both she and Enoch had been asleep for a long time, which meant the technicians had also been put to rest...it was probable that the oxygen levels plummeted due to the lack of repair.
Florence bit her lip and spun on her heel, "I don't really know the layout of the Pod bay that well... I was only a Green Master, I had no need going into the Engineering departments."
She looked back at Enoch, finally taking in his uniform attire. His armor, the stars pinned across his shoulder, his tact abilities, and the weapon he holstered against his chest. There was no doubt he was military, and that sent off several alarms in Florence's brain.
"You seem like you would know more than I do." Florence muttered.
She had never seen a soldier in the area before, let alone be able to rest in the common pod bays. If the military had come before the people were placed into their pods, Florence could only wonder what truly happened before she was sent to sleep.
Even more, she wanted to know how long she had been out.
With one last glance towards Enoch, Florence limped off to the next corridor to the right of quarantine.
"There's a map of the pod bay's layout, I'm sure we can find the department you're looking for, Enoch."
Like Florence had said, there was a map mounted on the wall of the hallway. It was darkened, covered by a mound of dust which Florence quickly wiped away. A red dot beside quarantine marked where they stood, and Florence traced her finger along the fastest route to the Engineering department.
"This is where it is," She said, pointing at a blue dot on the map, "it's not that far away from here..."
It would just be a few corners away, then they could activate the transmitters and get out.
Florence led the way, reaching the door that separated them from the Engineering room.
Florence had found the map easily. While she studied the floorplan, he studied the tile damage. Suddenly, he noticed a trail of green slime scattered along the hall. How old it was he could not tell; could slime dissolve? He wondered to himself with little time to think. He knew something destructive had to tear down that ceiling in the locker room quarters and he did not think it was something as natural as an earthquake.
“What the hell happened here?” He whispered to himself.
He pulled his pistol from his chest, keeping watch while she figured out where the Engineering room was. When she found it, he sighed realizing that the room they needed to get to, the path was covered in slime. He tapped Florence’s shoulder and finally showed her what he seen without speaking it into existence.
Enoch had dealt with aliens before, some intelligently disquised as humans and others pure evil. He lowered himself and moved stealthily, not wanting to alert whatever it was they would find. He nodded for Florence to do the same.
When they finally entered the a Engineering room they would see a slimy green creature pinned between two pieces of steel. The oxygen diffuser was underneath it’s long heavy body, blocking air from getting through the main line.
“It looks like some kind of...mutation. I have never seen anything like it.” He wiped the sweat from his face, it was really humid in the room.
It heard Ecoch and flashed a bright green warning. He hid his face from the bright glow while it cried. The cry was like a shreak of madness and hate. It was a high pitch cry that ended in a roar. It had the facial of a human, with pale like slime and alien fangs that dripped liquid when it cried out. It’s claws struggled to move between the steel barriers.
Foamer
It became louder as if it was calling for help. Then it silenced as bluefire cleansed its brain. Enoch removed his fiery dagger from the slimy skull and used it to burn the steel bar that had the alien pinned. The foamer slid to the floor and oxygen started to seam out of the coupling. Enoch used bluefire like a wielding tool and burned the steel on the man line to seal it. He let the rod fall from his hand and the bluefire dagger dispelled and the rod came to his side magnetically.
“We really need to move now. I’d hate to run into those things on foot.”
“What the hell happened here?” He whispered to himself.
He pulled his pistol from his chest, keeping watch while she figured out where the Engineering room was. When she found it, he sighed realizing that the room they needed to get to, the path was covered in slime. He tapped Florence’s shoulder and finally showed her what he seen without speaking it into existence.
Enoch had dealt with aliens before, some intelligently disquised as humans and others pure evil. He lowered himself and moved stealthily, not wanting to alert whatever it was they would find. He nodded for Florence to do the same.
When they finally entered the a Engineering room they would see a slimy green creature pinned between two pieces of steel. The oxygen diffuser was underneath it’s long heavy body, blocking air from getting through the main line.
“It looks like some kind of...mutation. I have never seen anything like it.” He wiped the sweat from his face, it was really humid in the room.
It heard Ecoch and flashed a bright green warning. He hid his face from the bright glow while it cried. The cry was like a shreak of madness and hate. It was a high pitch cry that ended in a roar. It had the facial of a human, with pale like slime and alien fangs that dripped liquid when it cried out. It’s claws struggled to move between the steel barriers.
Foamer
It became louder as if it was calling for help. Then it silenced as bluefire cleansed its brain. Enoch removed his fiery dagger from the slimy skull and used it to burn the steel bar that had the alien pinned. The foamer slid to the floor and oxygen started to seam out of the coupling. Enoch used bluefire like a wielding tool and burned the steel on the man line to seal it. He let the rod fall from his hand and the bluefire dagger dispelled and the rod came to his side magnetically.
“We really need to move now. I’d hate to run into those things on foot.”
The tap on Florence's shoulder did not go ignored as Enoch pointed to the green stickiness on the ground without opening his mouth.
Her brows furrowed at the strange sight, and her lip curled.
Following the pale green trail of swill, Florence followed Enoch's lead as they headed into the Engineering room quietly; cautious not to stumble upon broken shards of metal.
The room was dim, much like the hallway they had just come from, with lights that hung low and hummed like dying insects.
It was warm inside, much warmer than Florence expected because she found herself working up a sweat. Once they entered, a gurgling noise rang through, it sounded eerily human. But the further they stepped in, the more distorted it became until finally the source was revealed.
"Christ..." the words barely tumbled from Florence's lips as she stared at what looked like a beast, trapped under crumpled steel, groaning for freedom.
It looked like a person, at least from far away, but the closer they got, the more it became clear that this was a monster.
As Florence stared in disbelief, fear and the urge to run away brewed in her gut, then Enoch spoke the words she found quite obvious.
A mutation... A mutated person. She had never seen anything like it either!
The 'thing' became aware of their presence, snapping its attention to them and flashing a blinding light of green. Florence had to cover her face to keep from being blinded, but just as she uncovered her eyes, she was gifted with the sight of Enoch's gleaming blade slicing through its skull.
The smell of burning flesh was dampened by the monster's peculiar slime, and there was a wet plop as its split head fell to the ground.
Florence stumbled back at the dreaded sight, and once again she could feel bile scorch her throat.
As Enoch burned his way through the bar that held the monster, Florence attempted to catch her breath, regain a proper train of thought.
Something terrible had happened while she was asleep, some type of sickness that affected humans-- and possibly other life forms as far as she knew.
That explained why the military had been active, and possibly why Enoch had been resting in the common pods.
She had to get the hell out of the bay area, go somewhere safe... but where was safety? How could she or Enoch possibly be able to know what was outside, or even survive and search for help?
The most she knew, the only other planet with human life was the Motherland, Earth. But the last Florence had heard, Earth had undergone mass devastation and was deemed unsafe even as the government tried to clean its mess.
There was a near improbable chance that Earth could still be contacted.
Enoch's voice knocked Florence away from her brooding thoughts as he spoke his concern about running into more of those monsters.
"I don't want to go outside... but I don't want to stay in here either," Florence uttered and she crossed her arms, "I think... we should see the Greenery, it might have water and some cans..."
But even as the words left her mouth, dread clenched her heart and yanked it into her stomach. She wasn't ready for what might be in store for them, but she was at least glad she wasn't alone.
Shuffling past the limp body of the slimy creature, Florence shambled back the way they had come and entered Quarantine.
It was a bright white room filled with lights and sprinkler systems. The interior was pact tightly and slimmed down, making it a much smaller room than the rest.
Florence came in first while Enoch came in close behind, almost as if they were in a line.
She had never been through the quarantine room with outside clothes on. She was sure that had the computers been functioning, she would have been blasted with a wave of various chemical cleansers.
Her boots clicked and squeaked against the plastic covered floor, and she could hear the loud stomps of Enoch's behind her.
It was reassuring to some extent, knowing that she was accompanied by someone with skill, but it did little to ease her mind.
"The exit outside is right through here." Florence said as she picked up the pace.
Finally, they slipped free from Quarantine, ducking under the plastic curtains and entering a large room filled with tables, and a tiny stage of sorts.
The Cafetorium.
Her brows furrowed at the strange sight, and her lip curled.
Following the pale green trail of swill, Florence followed Enoch's lead as they headed into the Engineering room quietly; cautious not to stumble upon broken shards of metal.
The room was dim, much like the hallway they had just come from, with lights that hung low and hummed like dying insects.
It was warm inside, much warmer than Florence expected because she found herself working up a sweat. Once they entered, a gurgling noise rang through, it sounded eerily human. But the further they stepped in, the more distorted it became until finally the source was revealed.
"Christ..." the words barely tumbled from Florence's lips as she stared at what looked like a beast, trapped under crumpled steel, groaning for freedom.
It looked like a person, at least from far away, but the closer they got, the more it became clear that this was a monster.
As Florence stared in disbelief, fear and the urge to run away brewed in her gut, then Enoch spoke the words she found quite obvious.
A mutation... A mutated person. She had never seen anything like it either!
The 'thing' became aware of their presence, snapping its attention to them and flashing a blinding light of green. Florence had to cover her face to keep from being blinded, but just as she uncovered her eyes, she was gifted with the sight of Enoch's gleaming blade slicing through its skull.
The smell of burning flesh was dampened by the monster's peculiar slime, and there was a wet plop as its split head fell to the ground.
Florence stumbled back at the dreaded sight, and once again she could feel bile scorch her throat.
As Enoch burned his way through the bar that held the monster, Florence attempted to catch her breath, regain a proper train of thought.
Something terrible had happened while she was asleep, some type of sickness that affected humans-- and possibly other life forms as far as she knew.
That explained why the military had been active, and possibly why Enoch had been resting in the common pods.
She had to get the hell out of the bay area, go somewhere safe... but where was safety? How could she or Enoch possibly be able to know what was outside, or even survive and search for help?
The most she knew, the only other planet with human life was the Motherland, Earth. But the last Florence had heard, Earth had undergone mass devastation and was deemed unsafe even as the government tried to clean its mess.
There was a near improbable chance that Earth could still be contacted.
Enoch's voice knocked Florence away from her brooding thoughts as he spoke his concern about running into more of those monsters.
"I don't want to go outside... but I don't want to stay in here either," Florence uttered and she crossed her arms, "I think... we should see the Greenery, it might have water and some cans..."
But even as the words left her mouth, dread clenched her heart and yanked it into her stomach. She wasn't ready for what might be in store for them, but she was at least glad she wasn't alone.
Shuffling past the limp body of the slimy creature, Florence shambled back the way they had come and entered Quarantine.
It was a bright white room filled with lights and sprinkler systems. The interior was pact tightly and slimmed down, making it a much smaller room than the rest.
Florence came in first while Enoch came in close behind, almost as if they were in a line.
She had never been through the quarantine room with outside clothes on. She was sure that had the computers been functioning, she would have been blasted with a wave of various chemical cleansers.
Her boots clicked and squeaked against the plastic covered floor, and she could hear the loud stomps of Enoch's behind her.
It was reassuring to some extent, knowing that she was accompanied by someone with skill, but it did little to ease her mind.
"The exit outside is right through here." Florence said as she picked up the pace.
Finally, they slipped free from Quarantine, ducking under the plastic curtains and entering a large room filled with tables, and a tiny stage of sorts.
The Cafetorium.
Tyron woke up from a nightmare.
Exactly what it was, he couldn't remember exactly, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth as he fell out of his tube, legs too weak to support him. He landed on hands and knees, coughing and hacking away. God, everything hurt. His legs felt like fire, as did his arms, abdomen, and lungs. Not to mention he was hungry. Business came first, however.
After a couple minutes- or was it hours- Tyron finally forced himself up. Maybe it was the strange taste the air had, or maybe it was the scent of ozone as a couple damaged consoles spurted electricity briefly after long intervals. Or it even could have been a couple of flickering lights. Tyron had no idea.
Upon getting to his feet, he examined the room. If compared to the rest of the place, it was in better condition. Aside from the deformities noticed before, there were no other visible defects. Tyron shakily got to the main console, a computer slightly larger than the rest, and activated. That's when it became apparent: most computer systems were down. He was effectively blind in fixing standard problems.
Thankfully, Tyron had the insight to install emergency start-ups for a map for oxygen and water cleanser breakdowns. The oxygen was relatively...minor. There were a lot of breaks, but nothing too bad. The water cleansers, however, were a different story. There were multiple, multiple problems, and almost all of them were major.
Tyron frowned, turned around, and tottered off to a safe, whereupon he opened it, and took out tools any mechanic on the station would have. However, Tyron felt like he needed more, from his satchel. That was in his room however. He needed to go get it. He downloaded the mechanical map into his visor, and continued to head to the doors.
It was designed like an airlock system, almost- one door opens, then closes, before the second one could open. Tyron entered the first set easily enough- these doors also ran on emergency power. Upon entering the small room, he stopped in his tracks. "W-w-what in G-God's name?" He said, wide eyed. The second set of doors were severely beat inwards, with scratch marks visible, even from Tyron's side. It was almost as if something tried to get in, but failed.
Tyron tried to back out, but the first door already shut. The second door didn't open. Most likely, the power or data was cut. Something Tyron could fix, as much as he didn't want to. He placed his right hand on the vein-like data/electron wires embedded on his wall, and activated his nanotech. The doors slid open partially, so Tyron was forced to squeeze himself out into the corridor.
Exactly what it was, he couldn't remember exactly, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth as he fell out of his tube, legs too weak to support him. He landed on hands and knees, coughing and hacking away. God, everything hurt. His legs felt like fire, as did his arms, abdomen, and lungs. Not to mention he was hungry. Business came first, however.
After a couple minutes- or was it hours- Tyron finally forced himself up. Maybe it was the strange taste the air had, or maybe it was the scent of ozone as a couple damaged consoles spurted electricity briefly after long intervals. Or it even could have been a couple of flickering lights. Tyron had no idea.
Upon getting to his feet, he examined the room. If compared to the rest of the place, it was in better condition. Aside from the deformities noticed before, there were no other visible defects. Tyron shakily got to the main console, a computer slightly larger than the rest, and activated. That's when it became apparent: most computer systems were down. He was effectively blind in fixing standard problems.
Thankfully, Tyron had the insight to install emergency start-ups for a map for oxygen and water cleanser breakdowns. The oxygen was relatively...minor. There were a lot of breaks, but nothing too bad. The water cleansers, however, were a different story. There were multiple, multiple problems, and almost all of them were major.
Tyron frowned, turned around, and tottered off to a safe, whereupon he opened it, and took out tools any mechanic on the station would have. However, Tyron felt like he needed more, from his satchel. That was in his room however. He needed to go get it. He downloaded the mechanical map into his visor, and continued to head to the doors.
It was designed like an airlock system, almost- one door opens, then closes, before the second one could open. Tyron entered the first set easily enough- these doors also ran on emergency power. Upon entering the small room, he stopped in his tracks. "W-w-what in G-God's name?" He said, wide eyed. The second set of doors were severely beat inwards, with scratch marks visible, even from Tyron's side. It was almost as if something tried to get in, but failed.
Tyron tried to back out, but the first door already shut. The second door didn't open. Most likely, the power or data was cut. Something Tyron could fix, as much as he didn't want to. He placed his right hand on the vein-like data/electron wires embedded on his wall, and activated his nanotech. The doors slid open partially, so Tyron was forced to squeeze himself out into the corridor.
Greenary, he smiled at the hopes of a harvest. Enoch needed to believe there was some kind of serenity left. He exhaled and could feel the room get cooler, now that the air was flowing properly through the oxygen diffuser. Everywhere would feel normal again with the main line repaired. They would not need as much water either with the temperature adjusted. Their body temperature’s would immediately start to adjust as well.
Enoch and Florence’s body would began to relax and cool down, as they went single file through the Quarantine exit tunnel. While they pushed through, he closed his eyes a bit to relax his mind. He would follow Florence tightly, while he took his time, walking through the flowing air slowly; such always made him feel good—like new life.
After ten years of sleeping he never felt so exhausted. His shoulders still felt like he was carrying 100lbs of iron and his calves were so sore it felt like every time he walked someone stuck a knife in them.
Once they came to the end of the tunnel, Enoch would stand beside Florence, his glass blue hues softened at what he saw. There was a great neon sign still lit that said ‘The Cafetoriam’. It was probably the only thing that survived. What used to be a wondrous harvest, with fruits and vegetables, was now surrounded by wild plants, dead shaff and shrubbery; vines and weeds that grew as tall as a man. It was like a jungle. He placed his hand on the handle of his blaster pistol, hating what he saw.
“So much for greenary. Maybe we can still find cans.”
He gave her a nod to go ahead. He was right beside her and if one of those things came out he’d try to take it down quickly. He signaled for her to open up the casing on her blaster rifle. Last thing he wanted was for her to pull the trigger and destroy herself.
“Psst...we need to clear the area.” He whispered in her ear, his breath was sweet, naturally from the melanin in his skin—such was like cinnamon, embedded in rich chocolate.
Enoch and Florence’s body would began to relax and cool down, as they went single file through the Quarantine exit tunnel. While they pushed through, he closed his eyes a bit to relax his mind. He would follow Florence tightly, while he took his time, walking through the flowing air slowly; such always made him feel good—like new life.
After ten years of sleeping he never felt so exhausted. His shoulders still felt like he was carrying 100lbs of iron and his calves were so sore it felt like every time he walked someone stuck a knife in them.
Once they came to the end of the tunnel, Enoch would stand beside Florence, his glass blue hues softened at what he saw. There was a great neon sign still lit that said ‘The Cafetoriam’. It was probably the only thing that survived. What used to be a wondrous harvest, with fruits and vegetables, was now surrounded by wild plants, dead shaff and shrubbery; vines and weeds that grew as tall as a man. It was like a jungle. He placed his hand on the handle of his blaster pistol, hating what he saw.
“So much for greenary. Maybe we can still find cans.”
He gave her a nod to go ahead. He was right beside her and if one of those things came out he’d try to take it down quickly. He signaled for her to open up the casing on her blaster rifle. Last thing he wanted was for her to pull the trigger and destroy herself.
“Psst...we need to clear the area.” He whispered in her ear, his breath was sweet, naturally from the melanin in his skin—such was like cinnamon, embedded in rich chocolate.
The Cafetorium, the fellowship place just beside the Greenery was horribly decrepit, and the plant nursery looked no better.
Florence hadn't had high hopes of finding fresh food, and she was right to have such low expectation.
The crops were devastated, neglected for years and nearly turning to brittle dust, while weeds grew to the height of her body.
Something inside of her wilted, much like the crops she once cared for.
Though the sight of the scourged nursery pained Florence, she had not the time to dwell on the fact-- she had to tough it out, there was still much more she could do.
Stepping through the wild tangles of weeds and overgrowth, Florence made her way to an outer shed. There was still a padlock on the doors, which assured her that whatever had been left inside was still there.
Being a Green Master, Florence had been entrusted with a variety of keys and access codes, and now they were at her very disposal.
She pulled out a ring full of microchips, otherwise known as keys, and scanned the chip in the padlock. The lock split into two and fell to the ground with a thump softened by the dirt below.
The doors parted with a rusty groan, opening halfway and then coming to a sudden halt. Florence kissed her teeth in annoyance, and the sharp noise echoed.
"Jammed... of course."
That's when she noticed Enoch motion for her to... She assumed put the rifle she carried on safety. The heavy gun was actually something she nearly forgot about, as it just became a dull weight upon her back.
Thinking of it now, she had no real experience with artillery and she hoped she wouldn't have to use the blaster anytime soon.
Then something warm tickled past her ear, and she would have jumped had she not realized it was only Enoch speaking to her. He wanted them to leave the area.
"I need to check out the shed first. It's probably where the cans and water are." Florence announced before slipping into the darkened shed.
The lights hadn't come on, only one that ran on oil gave a dying flicker, but it was enough for her to see. There were shelves of various items to both her left and her right, and she saw that just three or four if them were canned goods. Not only did she find cans, but she also stumbled upon a gardening pick. She tucked it away into her pocket.
She took the food tins, but didn't have much luck finding a water bottle.
Hopefully an outdoor faucet was still running, then they could fill her canteen and drink from that.
When she exited the shed, she carried three tins of food. Two of them were beans, and the other was pitted cherries.
Florence couldn't help but smile, "We need a bag."
Florence hadn't had high hopes of finding fresh food, and she was right to have such low expectation.
The crops were devastated, neglected for years and nearly turning to brittle dust, while weeds grew to the height of her body.
Something inside of her wilted, much like the crops she once cared for.
Though the sight of the scourged nursery pained Florence, she had not the time to dwell on the fact-- she had to tough it out, there was still much more she could do.
Stepping through the wild tangles of weeds and overgrowth, Florence made her way to an outer shed. There was still a padlock on the doors, which assured her that whatever had been left inside was still there.
Being a Green Master, Florence had been entrusted with a variety of keys and access codes, and now they were at her very disposal.
She pulled out a ring full of microchips, otherwise known as keys, and scanned the chip in the padlock. The lock split into two and fell to the ground with a thump softened by the dirt below.
The doors parted with a rusty groan, opening halfway and then coming to a sudden halt. Florence kissed her teeth in annoyance, and the sharp noise echoed.
"Jammed... of course."
That's when she noticed Enoch motion for her to... She assumed put the rifle she carried on safety. The heavy gun was actually something she nearly forgot about, as it just became a dull weight upon her back.
Thinking of it now, she had no real experience with artillery and she hoped she wouldn't have to use the blaster anytime soon.
Then something warm tickled past her ear, and she would have jumped had she not realized it was only Enoch speaking to her. He wanted them to leave the area.
"I need to check out the shed first. It's probably where the cans and water are." Florence announced before slipping into the darkened shed.
The lights hadn't come on, only one that ran on oil gave a dying flicker, but it was enough for her to see. There were shelves of various items to both her left and her right, and she saw that just three or four if them were canned goods. Not only did she find cans, but she also stumbled upon a gardening pick. She tucked it away into her pocket.
She took the food tins, but didn't have much luck finding a water bottle.
Hopefully an outdoor faucet was still running, then they could fill her canteen and drink from that.
When she exited the shed, she carried three tins of food. Two of them were beans, and the other was pitted cherries.
Florence couldn't help but smile, "We need a bag."
Tyron stepped out in the hallway, and examined the area around him.
The hallway was in a bad shape. There were lights flickering, some even hahanging from their sockets. The walls were gouged, almost as if some sort of beast tried to get out. The floors were very much in the same condition as the walls, with deep scrapes and pits everywhere. Pieces of junk were lying everywhere, making the area look like a war had gone through.
As Tyron walked through the hallways, his footsteps echoed, creating a strange, harmonious reverb. Furthermore, he could hear the creaks and groans of the building, sounding as if it might fall over any moment. Tyron could also hear high pitched sounds every so often. What they were, he couldn't- or wouldn't- determine.
As he walked down the corridors, the halls became less battered. However, the place still looked abandoned. Wherever Tyron stepped, dust flew up and formed clouds. Sometimes he passed through areas where the lights had blown out, walking in darkness, only to return to the dazzling, artificial light.
When Tyron rounded the corner to head to his room, he saw a shadow flit around the other corner, far away. Who, or what, that was, Tyron didn't want to know. What he did notice, however, was that there was a slimy, glowing liquid on the floors and walls leading to the far intersection.
Tyron, not interested in finding out what the shadow was, hurried to his room door. He attempted to open it the standard way, but it remained closed. Power had gone out. Thank God for the small crowbar- the mechanic pack had one. He used it to pry the door open, then used his entire body to enter it while keeping it open.
He entered the room, only to have the door slam shut behind him, startling him. His room was poorly lit, with many fuses having gone out. He needn't have worried, however. He knew his room by memory. He searched around for his equipment, and gathered it together. In addition to his precious satchel, Tyron had a knife/pistol. He also took the chance to change into more comfortable and study clothes. The mechanic clothes made him sweat too much.
Upon analyzing the mechanical map, Tyron determined where the closest O2 break was: Just outside the cafeterium. He looked at the doors to his room with resignation.
The hallway was in a bad shape. There were lights flickering, some even hahanging from their sockets. The walls were gouged, almost as if some sort of beast tried to get out. The floors were very much in the same condition as the walls, with deep scrapes and pits everywhere. Pieces of junk were lying everywhere, making the area look like a war had gone through.
As Tyron walked through the hallways, his footsteps echoed, creating a strange, harmonious reverb. Furthermore, he could hear the creaks and groans of the building, sounding as if it might fall over any moment. Tyron could also hear high pitched sounds every so often. What they were, he couldn't- or wouldn't- determine.
As he walked down the corridors, the halls became less battered. However, the place still looked abandoned. Wherever Tyron stepped, dust flew up and formed clouds. Sometimes he passed through areas where the lights had blown out, walking in darkness, only to return to the dazzling, artificial light.
When Tyron rounded the corner to head to his room, he saw a shadow flit around the other corner, far away. Who, or what, that was, Tyron didn't want to know. What he did notice, however, was that there was a slimy, glowing liquid on the floors and walls leading to the far intersection.
Tyron, not interested in finding out what the shadow was, hurried to his room door. He attempted to open it the standard way, but it remained closed. Power had gone out. Thank God for the small crowbar- the mechanic pack had one. He used it to pry the door open, then used his entire body to enter it while keeping it open.
He entered the room, only to have the door slam shut behind him, startling him. His room was poorly lit, with many fuses having gone out. He needn't have worried, however. He knew his room by memory. He searched around for his equipment, and gathered it together. In addition to his precious satchel, Tyron had a knife/pistol. He also took the chance to change into more comfortable and study clothes. The mechanic clothes made him sweat too much.
Upon analyzing the mechanical map, Tyron determined where the closest O2 break was: Just outside the cafeterium. He looked at the doors to his room with resignation.
Perhaps this was their first conflict, he smiled, when she ran off to check the shed, carelessly. He had mentioned that they needed to clear the area first, not leave it, he sighed.
She had not heeded his warning and removed the casing from her blaster as he had hinted for her to do either. He shook his head and realized that they had two different mentalities. One was military minded and one was civilian minded. Either way, he could not dwell on it, she had disappeared and he was left in the Cafetorium jungles.
Enoch was on the edge after killing one of those mutated monstrosities. He held his pistol, checking each bush and area corner that had a dark space. To their luck, everything was clear—he did not find anything threatening here. There was no sign of slime trails or human struggles. This could be a temporary place they could rebuild until he found a communication becon. He would not advise that they went any further until they rested and eaten something.
When Florence returned with cans of food, he smiled at her, impressed. “Good work, Florence. We should only take what we need, in case we come across other survivors.” He said humbly.
Then he reached out to her and removed her rifle from her shoulder to kindly show her something. “I had mentioned for you to take the casing off the rifle incase you ever have to use it. You misunderstood me.” He chuckled and hit a button on the blaster that activated it; the casing shield opened and the gun lit up. “I seen a soldier once forget to do it and he lost both of his arms in a battle.” He shook his head, sadly. Then he handed it back to her. “I will teach you how to use it after we get rest. I do not think it wise to go anywhere else beyond this point.”
He took one of the can of beans and unsheathed bluefire to delicately open up the can. He let the blue glowing dagger fall from his long fingers and it deactivated into a 1 inch copper rod; magnetically connecting itself back to the metal holster on his side.
“Lady’s first.” He gave her back the opened can. He took the other can of beans and did the same to the second can, falling to his butt to eat for the first time in ten years and thirteen hours.
They would save the cherries.
“So what did you do before this, Florence? You seem like you know your way around the green room. I am no expert but if we can find any raw seeds left and water, we can clean this jungle and replant. On mars instead of a harvest taking eight to ten weeks like on earth, it could take about ten hours.” He said, giving her some hope.
Enoch had learned this in the Mars Survival Academy. But he never hoped he’d have to actually make use of this knowledge. He was glad he had Florence with him.
She had not heeded his warning and removed the casing from her blaster as he had hinted for her to do either. He shook his head and realized that they had two different mentalities. One was military minded and one was civilian minded. Either way, he could not dwell on it, she had disappeared and he was left in the Cafetorium jungles.
Enoch was on the edge after killing one of those mutated monstrosities. He held his pistol, checking each bush and area corner that had a dark space. To their luck, everything was clear—he did not find anything threatening here. There was no sign of slime trails or human struggles. This could be a temporary place they could rebuild until he found a communication becon. He would not advise that they went any further until they rested and eaten something.
When Florence returned with cans of food, he smiled at her, impressed. “Good work, Florence. We should only take what we need, in case we come across other survivors.” He said humbly.
Then he reached out to her and removed her rifle from her shoulder to kindly show her something. “I had mentioned for you to take the casing off the rifle incase you ever have to use it. You misunderstood me.” He chuckled and hit a button on the blaster that activated it; the casing shield opened and the gun lit up. “I seen a soldier once forget to do it and he lost both of his arms in a battle.” He shook his head, sadly. Then he handed it back to her. “I will teach you how to use it after we get rest. I do not think it wise to go anywhere else beyond this point.”
He took one of the can of beans and unsheathed bluefire to delicately open up the can. He let the blue glowing dagger fall from his long fingers and it deactivated into a 1 inch copper rod; magnetically connecting itself back to the metal holster on his side.
“Lady’s first.” He gave her back the opened can. He took the other can of beans and did the same to the second can, falling to his butt to eat for the first time in ten years and thirteen hours.
They would save the cherries.
“So what did you do before this, Florence? You seem like you know your way around the green room. I am no expert but if we can find any raw seeds left and water, we can clean this jungle and replant. On mars instead of a harvest taking eight to ten weeks like on earth, it could take about ten hours.” He said, giving her some hope.
Enoch had learned this in the Mars Survival Academy. But he never hoped he’d have to actually make use of this knowledge. He was glad he had Florence with him.
When the can of opened beans was placed into her hands, Florence could almost feel herself come at ease.
She fell back into a squat, staying a foot in front of Enoch as she scooped beans from her tin. Surprisingly, she wasn't feeling very hungry, even as she chowed down on her canned food. Perhaps her stomach had shrunk. She frowned at the thought and let her mind wander to other matters-- the rifle.
Florence wasn't sure how to feel about the weapon, especially after her first bit of confusion, and that story Enoch had said.
Florence very much enjoyed having both her arms, she'd rather not lose them to a gun of all things.
So it was a relief that Enoch would teach her how to properly use it, though she much preferred to use tools that could be used manually. Then again, she never did have to kill mutant monsters before... maybe both weapon choices were alright.
Since they would be staying at the Greenery for a while, perhaps they could do a bit more exploring. Florence used to keep an old stash of tools in the cache bins of soil.
Enoch's voice cleared her thoughts, bringing her back to the present as he proposed an idea.
Florence dropped from her squat and sat on the sand-like dirt. She put her beans aside, deciding to save them for later due to being unable to stomach the rest.
"As I mentioned before...I was a Green Master, pretty much just a nurse to the seedlings but I didn't do much farming."
She pursed her lips at the other part of Enoch's idea, "Finding usable seeds is not going to be that easy. If we've been asleep for so long, then that means there was no one here to care for anything, let alone store seeds properly...we can still check the storage units, maybe there's still corn or potato seeds in there."
Florence was surprised of Enoch's mention of re-planting.
She hadn't expected him to know very much about gardening, let alone how long the process of growing plants was, and that was a pleasant surprise. If they did manage to scavenge some good seeds, she was happy she didn't have to start from scratch with him.
She moved her knees to her chest, "There are some soil caches around the lot, I used to store my tools in one of them. We can cut these weeds down and re-fertilize the ground, if we find some seeds to use. I'm sure there's a water pump near the area too, we can use that to reset the irrigation network."
Florence could already feel herself becoming inspired to work again, it felt like it had been so long since she last carried a bag of sod, and ironically, she was missing that heavy weight on her arms and shoulders. Her face went into her knees, and she closed her eyes.
She wouldn't fall asleep, she wasn't able to in such an area-- but for now, she would rest.
Despite her weary eyes, Florence's mouth still moved, "What did you used to do, Enoch? ...Why was the military out here?" She questioned before continuing, "The last I remember, everyone was being told to go to their pods because of some leak. Everything was supposed to blow over in a day, so why's it look like the world's gone to hell?"
She fell back into a squat, staying a foot in front of Enoch as she scooped beans from her tin. Surprisingly, she wasn't feeling very hungry, even as she chowed down on her canned food. Perhaps her stomach had shrunk. She frowned at the thought and let her mind wander to other matters-- the rifle.
Florence wasn't sure how to feel about the weapon, especially after her first bit of confusion, and that story Enoch had said.
Florence very much enjoyed having both her arms, she'd rather not lose them to a gun of all things.
So it was a relief that Enoch would teach her how to properly use it, though she much preferred to use tools that could be used manually. Then again, she never did have to kill mutant monsters before... maybe both weapon choices were alright.
Since they would be staying at the Greenery for a while, perhaps they could do a bit more exploring. Florence used to keep an old stash of tools in the cache bins of soil.
Enoch's voice cleared her thoughts, bringing her back to the present as he proposed an idea.
Florence dropped from her squat and sat on the sand-like dirt. She put her beans aside, deciding to save them for later due to being unable to stomach the rest.
"As I mentioned before...I was a Green Master, pretty much just a nurse to the seedlings but I didn't do much farming."
She pursed her lips at the other part of Enoch's idea, "Finding usable seeds is not going to be that easy. If we've been asleep for so long, then that means there was no one here to care for anything, let alone store seeds properly...we can still check the storage units, maybe there's still corn or potato seeds in there."
Florence was surprised of Enoch's mention of re-planting.
She hadn't expected him to know very much about gardening, let alone how long the process of growing plants was, and that was a pleasant surprise. If they did manage to scavenge some good seeds, she was happy she didn't have to start from scratch with him.
She moved her knees to her chest, "There are some soil caches around the lot, I used to store my tools in one of them. We can cut these weeds down and re-fertilize the ground, if we find some seeds to use. I'm sure there's a water pump near the area too, we can use that to reset the irrigation network."
Florence could already feel herself becoming inspired to work again, it felt like it had been so long since she last carried a bag of sod, and ironically, she was missing that heavy weight on her arms and shoulders. Her face went into her knees, and she closed her eyes.
She wouldn't fall asleep, she wasn't able to in such an area-- but for now, she would rest.
Despite her weary eyes, Florence's mouth still moved, "What did you used to do, Enoch? ...Why was the military out here?" She questioned before continuing, "The last I remember, everyone was being told to go to their pods because of some leak. Everything was supposed to blow over in a day, so why's it look like the world's gone to hell?"
Before Tyron got the business of fixing the ruined place, he grabbed some mundane items: things like shirts, lights, and the like. Then heconce again forced the doors open, stepping outside. As the creaking doors slammed shut behind him, he checked his map, and memorized the directions. As he was about to walk to the Cafetorium, he heard that high pitched noise from last time- except this time, it was closer, coming from the opposite direction he was supposed to go.
Tyron was forced to identify it: it was a scream. Inhuman, evil. He tried to look for the source, but the hallway in that direction had its lights tuined, plunging it into darkness. What he could see, however, was movement in the shadows. He then started sprinting away from the sound, heading to the Cafetorium.
As he approached a three way intersection, he came across several...Things. They looked roughly humanoid, but their slime covering and their inhuman jaws gave them away for what they truly were: monsters. Tyron skidded to a stop as the creatures turned around, started flashing blindingly green lights at him, and began moving towards him.
Tyron bolted. He took the unoccupied corridor, and ran down it as fast as he could. The monster's footsteps echoed as they gave chase. All Tyron knew was that he couldn't let the monsters get him- and that he was going the wrong way.
Eventually, the echoed footsteps faded away, as Tyron outdistanced the monsters. After leaning over, grabbing his knees, and panting, Tyron gathered his wits, and looked to see how far off course he had gotten. It was a detour, but Tyron found an alternate route to the Cafetorium. He was not going to face those monsters again.
As Tyron finally reached the doors to the cafetorium, he found that the doors opened- albeit with a rusty screeching sound. He winced, and carefully peeked in.
Tyron was forced to identify it: it was a scream. Inhuman, evil. He tried to look for the source, but the hallway in that direction had its lights tuined, plunging it into darkness. What he could see, however, was movement in the shadows. He then started sprinting away from the sound, heading to the Cafetorium.
As he approached a three way intersection, he came across several...Things. They looked roughly humanoid, but their slime covering and their inhuman jaws gave them away for what they truly were: monsters. Tyron skidded to a stop as the creatures turned around, started flashing blindingly green lights at him, and began moving towards him.
Tyron bolted. He took the unoccupied corridor, and ran down it as fast as he could. The monster's footsteps echoed as they gave chase. All Tyron knew was that he couldn't let the monsters get him- and that he was going the wrong way.
Eventually, the echoed footsteps faded away, as Tyron outdistanced the monsters. After leaning over, grabbing his knees, and panting, Tyron gathered his wits, and looked to see how far off course he had gotten. It was a detour, but Tyron found an alternate route to the Cafetorium. He was not going to face those monsters again.
As Tyron finally reached the doors to the cafetorium, he found that the doors opened- albeit with a rusty screeching sound. He winced, and carefully peeked in.
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