Survivor00
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- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
â??Overexposureâ?
Survivor00 & --+Hahvoc Requiem+--
Wednesday, July 12th, 2033
Metro Station 34
Arthur Ferrell was torn from sleep by the ear-splitting noise of the announcement buzzer, groaning miserably as he cracked his eyes open, staring blankly at the bottom of the bunk above his. With another groan, he rolled out of his bunk and stood to his feet, reaching down and rubbing his legs, trying to work the knots out of his stiff muscles. He coughed savagely, the damp air in the tunnels wreaking havoc on his lungs. He felt nearly ten years older than he actually was, but it wasnâ??t surprising, given the conditions they were all forced to live in.
The Metro, the last pitiful attempt of mankind to escape its own extinction, a winding network of tunnels built within the subways of the old world. For the most part, they were self-sufficient, rows of UV lamps and recycled water was used to help grow food, althoughâ?¦the meat was not the most desirableâ?¦mostly rat meatâ?¦ Medicine was only available through trading with other Stations, and it was a very precious commodity â?? making it very expensive. And finding high quality goods in this day and age was not an easy thing.
There was screech of static across the intercom system, making Arthur grit his teeth and cover his ears.
â??All Salvage Team Members, you have ten minutes to prep for S.E. Ten minutes.â?
Salvaging. One of the most dangerous jobs present in this world. Salvaging meant leaving the â??safetyâ?? of the Metro and venturing into the world beyond, crawling with mutated creatures and Anomalies brought upon by the lethal radiation levels. More often than not, the teams came back with less people than they went out with. But they were the ones that kept the Metro running. They were the ones that brought back the materials needed to fix the machines that kept them alive. They were all living on borrowed timeâ?¦
He was instantly awake now, the call to work overriding his bodyâ??s demands to continue sleeping. He quickly grabbed his surface gear from the cubby next to the bunks. A gas mask, several years old, recovered from his fatherâ??s body. Most of his gear had been. It wasnâ??t the most comforting feeling, but, it was necessary. He looked around for his sister, but she wasnâ??t in her bunk. Frowning softly, he hoped she had heard the announcement â?? something not hard, given the way that sound echoed down here â?? and would be at the airlock in time.
Survivor00 & --+Hahvoc Requiem+--
Wednesday, July 12th, 2033
Metro Station 34
Arthur Ferrell was torn from sleep by the ear-splitting noise of the announcement buzzer, groaning miserably as he cracked his eyes open, staring blankly at the bottom of the bunk above his. With another groan, he rolled out of his bunk and stood to his feet, reaching down and rubbing his legs, trying to work the knots out of his stiff muscles. He coughed savagely, the damp air in the tunnels wreaking havoc on his lungs. He felt nearly ten years older than he actually was, but it wasnâ??t surprising, given the conditions they were all forced to live in.
The Metro, the last pitiful attempt of mankind to escape its own extinction, a winding network of tunnels built within the subways of the old world. For the most part, they were self-sufficient, rows of UV lamps and recycled water was used to help grow food, althoughâ?¦the meat was not the most desirableâ?¦mostly rat meatâ?¦ Medicine was only available through trading with other Stations, and it was a very precious commodity â?? making it very expensive. And finding high quality goods in this day and age was not an easy thing.
There was screech of static across the intercom system, making Arthur grit his teeth and cover his ears.
â??All Salvage Team Members, you have ten minutes to prep for S.E. Ten minutes.â?
Salvaging. One of the most dangerous jobs present in this world. Salvaging meant leaving the â??safetyâ?? of the Metro and venturing into the world beyond, crawling with mutated creatures and Anomalies brought upon by the lethal radiation levels. More often than not, the teams came back with less people than they went out with. But they were the ones that kept the Metro running. They were the ones that brought back the materials needed to fix the machines that kept them alive. They were all living on borrowed timeâ?¦
He was instantly awake now, the call to work overriding his bodyâ??s demands to continue sleeping. He quickly grabbed his surface gear from the cubby next to the bunks. A gas mask, several years old, recovered from his fatherâ??s body. Most of his gear had been. It wasnâ??t the most comforting feeling, but, it was necessary. He looked around for his sister, but she wasnâ??t in her bunk. Frowning softly, he hoped she had heard the announcement â?? something not hard, given the way that sound echoed down here â?? and would be at the airlock in time.