above?
It must have been terrible to be alone like this, for so long. Not even Alexa had been totally alone through the past three years–she'd still made friends, interacted with people at the settlements and colonies, and spoken to other travelers.
This was complete isolation and restriction, and the thought alone set her stomach churning.
She wasn't going to leave this guy down here like this. It wasn't even a decision she had to consciously make–nobody deserved this, and she wasn't going to abandon a fellow person down here in the dark.
Who knew if anybody would come back for him otherwise? Clearly nobody else even knew the facility was here . He could be overlooked for an eternity until he died in his sleep down here, like all those creatures, never known about.
Determined, Alexa jogged over to the computer console, poked at the buttons to try and get some reaction. Unfortunately the facility seemed to be working on emergency power only, with only a few of the electric goo things left to generate power, which meant all the computers were offline.
Well, there was more than one way to interface with high-end technology these days–snatching up her crowbar again, she strode over to the pod.
“I really hope you are as tough as you look,” she told the unresponsive figure inside, “because otherwise this might hurt a bit.” And drawing back the crowbar, she smashed it into the glass.
It was stronger than she had anticipated. It took Alexa four more whacks with all her strength before the glass cracked significantly, and at the sixth a few shards finally gave way. There was a soft hissing noise as the gas inside the pod began to escape, and Alexa backpedaled in alarm.
The gas didn't appear to be dangerous, so after a moment she stepped forward again to continue her work–and blinked in surprise when she saw movement inside. It was hard to spot, the glass was so dingy, but she was sure she saw the figure's fingers twitch, the hand stretch and clench, and the chest heaved just slightly as a deep sigh escaped the body.
Then the eyes snapped open.
Alexa blinked in surprise, and for a moment she met the other's gaze. The figure's eyes were a brilliant crystal blue,. But they appeared clouded, disorientated, like somebody rising out of a heavy sleep.
Alexa had about a millisecond to register the other's confusion. Then the person's gaze seemed to grow more intense, and with an primal yell, his fist shot up, smashed through the glass, and slammed straight into Alexa's chest.
Alexa yelped as she was snapped backwards, crashing to the ground and missing the computer console by bare inches. The crowbar slipped from her fingers and clattered to the ground out of reach–not that it would have been likely to be of much use against this guy.
She groaned as pain shot through her back, but before she could react further there was another primal howl and the figure burst through the glass. Shards scattered all around the floored teenager as the person leaped straight for Alexa.
Alexa yelped again, and twisted her head aside as a powerful fist smashed down where her skull had been. Concrete cracked, and Alexa gulped as she stared at the impact site; had that really been her head, it would have burst like a melon.
Great, she managed to think, I've survived the walking dead for three years now and the thing that's going to kill me is a good deed gone awry. This is so not fair!
The figure snarled again and pinned Alexa to the floor with one knee; Alexa choked as the air was forced from her lungs. The figure's fist drew back, and Alexa knew she wasn't flexible enough to escape this one.
So she coughed, gasped, and threw up her hands to protect her face, while desperately sucking in enough air to yell, “Woah! It's okay, I'm just trying to help! Help! ”
She hadn't actually expected this to work–the figure's vocabulary had been, well,
It must have been terrible to be alone like this, for so long. Not even Alexa had been totally alone through the past three years–she'd still made friends, interacted with people at the settlements and colonies, and spoken to other travelers.
This was complete isolation and restriction, and the thought alone set her stomach churning.
She wasn't going to leave this guy down here like this. It wasn't even a decision she had to consciously make–nobody deserved this, and she wasn't going to abandon a fellow person down here in the dark.
Who knew if anybody would come back for him otherwise? Clearly nobody else even knew the facility was here . He could be overlooked for an eternity until he died in his sleep down here, like all those creatures, never known about.
Determined, Alexa jogged over to the computer console, poked at the buttons to try and get some reaction. Unfortunately the facility seemed to be working on emergency power only, with only a few of the electric goo things left to generate power, which meant all the computers were offline.
Well, there was more than one way to interface with high-end technology these days–snatching up her crowbar again, she strode over to the pod.
“I really hope you are as tough as you look,” she told the unresponsive figure inside, “because otherwise this might hurt a bit.” And drawing back the crowbar, she smashed it into the glass.
It was stronger than she had anticipated. It took Alexa four more whacks with all her strength before the glass cracked significantly, and at the sixth a few shards finally gave way. There was a soft hissing noise as the gas inside the pod began to escape, and Alexa backpedaled in alarm.
The gas didn't appear to be dangerous, so after a moment she stepped forward again to continue her work–and blinked in surprise when she saw movement inside. It was hard to spot, the glass was so dingy, but she was sure she saw the figure's fingers twitch, the hand stretch and clench, and the chest heaved just slightly as a deep sigh escaped the body.
Then the eyes snapped open.
Alexa blinked in surprise, and for a moment she met the other's gaze. The figure's eyes were a brilliant crystal blue,. But they appeared clouded, disorientated, like somebody rising out of a heavy sleep.
Alexa had about a millisecond to register the other's confusion. Then the person's gaze seemed to grow more intense, and with an primal yell, his fist shot up, smashed through the glass, and slammed straight into Alexa's chest.
Alexa yelped as she was snapped backwards, crashing to the ground and missing the computer console by bare inches. The crowbar slipped from her fingers and clattered to the ground out of reach–not that it would have been likely to be of much use against this guy.
She groaned as pain shot through her back, but before she could react further there was another primal howl and the figure burst through the glass. Shards scattered all around the floored teenager as the person leaped straight for Alexa.
Alexa yelped again, and twisted her head aside as a powerful fist smashed down where her skull had been. Concrete cracked, and Alexa gulped as she stared at the impact site; had that really been her head, it would have burst like a melon.
Great, she managed to think, I've survived the walking dead for three years now and the thing that's going to kill me is a good deed gone awry. This is so not fair!
The figure snarled again and pinned Alexa to the floor with one knee; Alexa choked as the air was forced from her lungs. The figure's fist drew back, and Alexa knew she wasn't flexible enough to escape this one.
So she coughed, gasped, and threw up her hands to protect her face, while desperately sucking in enough air to yell, “Woah! It's okay, I'm just trying to help! Help! ”
She hadn't actually expected this to work–the figure's vocabulary had been, well,
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