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Chapter 1: Rise and Shine
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    Chapter 1: Rise and Shine
    Shelter Location: Formerly Seattle, Washington
    Monday June 15th, 2150


    Maxine "Max" Barlowe

    Max clumsily fell out of her pod, not that anyone had been able to see her as they were still all under. Her legs felt like jelly, her stomach was in knots and she felt like she was going to hurl. The room was spinning in the dimly lit room. Nothing felt right, nothing felt safe. But she could hardly move. Max had rolled over on her back on the concrete floor and allowed the room to come to a spinning halt when she heard the familiar hiss of another pod door opening. Max had forced herself into a standing position, shaky arms, pushing herself up onto all fours. Looking down, she saw she was hardly wearing anything like she had been before she was put under...what had those scientists said?

    The fewer clothes the better. But the clothes she had now resembled something like a swimsuit, and fortunately for both herself and the scientists who had tested the material...none of it had bonded to her skin under the extreme sub-zero temperatures. Max stayed in her all fours position for a moment longer before she slowly got onto her knees, and then finally on her feet. Once the pod door was completely open, she carefully walked over, stumbling and fumbling closer to whoever it was that needed assistance, making sure they didn't fall as she had fallen out of it.

    "Careful...don't get out too fast. You won't be able to stand yet. Nice and slow."


    There were questions, so many questions that Max didn't know how to keep up with them. As if she knew more about what was going on compared to the rest. It was true, she had been the first to wake up from the cryogenic sleep but she'd only been awake for about 30 minutes give or take before the next person woke up.


    That horrible silence that had filled the room before, when she was the only one awake was no more. The entire space was filled with voices, 9 of them to be exact. All of their names, Max had yet to get but there would be plenty of time for that. Just how much time? That had yet to be determined. But a few of them had come looking to her for answers on just how long they were trapped in this space and Max had no idea. She just happened to wake up before them. Just happened to get past the pod sickness before them. Just happened to help each one of them out of their pods because she'd just gone through it. It wasn't like her, to volunteer herself so openly to others, but what else could she do? If she was going to be stuck down here like she had been told she would be 150 years ago, she needed to make sure these people weren't going to kill her, and now...some of them were looking to her for direction. That wasn't part of the deal.

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    After they were all safely able to stand and navigate their way to their sleeping quarters, "Let's change... get our bearings and meet up after...one of the larger rooms." Max had offhandedly suggested. This way they could talk about what they needed to do in order to make this all work. Then she could make it clear that she was not in any position to take the lead on any of this. This wasn't part of the deal. There was a station on the way down where they could grab flashlights, and Max grabbed the first one. It turned on much to her surprise. Wandering into her room which had her name on it, she found a full-size bed and a small dresser. That was it. It was so tiny. No windows. The woman thought the room was only getting smaller and smaller as she set her flashlight upright on the desk, letting the light illuminate the room but tried to take a deep calming breath as she cleared her mind. After changing into one of the outfits given -- a long-sleeved tan shirt and pants with a pair of workboots-- Max didn't even bother to check the duffle bag that she'd packed so long ago sitting inside another bag that looked to be protecting it from the elements. There were a lot of...emotions, that she would feel if she went through that bag. But now wasn't the time for it.

    Things were going to be difficult. Everyone in this place lost someone or at least lost something in their past life. Didn't matter what they had or didn't have. They all lost what they had in the war. Which was now over and done with thanks to the extreme ways of the governments involved. Why they were all chosen for this role, Max wasn't exactly sure. Even after she was told why. She had questioned her part in this over and over leading up to being put under and it seemed now that she was awake 150 years later, nothing changed.

    Max wondered if anyone else felt the same way, but she was sure that some felt they were right where they were meant to be. She wasn't a mind reader and wouldn't pretend to be one. It wasn't her business and it wouldn't be her business any further. She'd make that clear in this meeting. Heading out the door of her little room, she grabbed her flashlight and wandered down the hall, just glancing around at the infrastructure. They were never able to get a look at this place. Only told about it before they were placed to sleep. Now that she was seeing it with her own eyes, it didn't feel real. Almost like she was in some sort of simulation and if she was able to just get up to the surface she'd find everyone was alive and well... Biting her bottom lip, Max knew that if she started thinking like that...it could lead her down a path that she couldn't come back from.

    Her feet practically dragged into the common room, eyes fixed down on the floor, flashlight pointed ahead until she arrived at her destination. When she stopped at a coffee table in the living room area of the common room, her eyes glanced up to look around her. They managed to make this place look...normal. As far as she could see with the minimal lighting. Surely there had to be other lighting? Pointing her flashlight up, she could see some bigger lights. Maybe they had to turn them on somewhere. With that thought, her eyes turned to look around again, flashlight just scanning the area and Max couldn't help but let out a scoff at the ridiculousness of it all. They were holed up like gophers and yet here they were with a living room, small kitchen, and bedrooms. Great. Hearing footsteps, Max turned her head to look at whoever was walking down the hall she walked in from, "This is somethin', huh?" She asked, looking at the person with an unimpressed look in her eyes. "The glamorous life of gophers is what we are meant to be living now." Max managed to joke lightly before turning to sit on the sofa that sat directly behind the coffee table.
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