PRISM: AFTER [0]

PART I: CEASING, SLOWLY

"Ah, seriously? The government is offering cryostasis to people for free? You've got to be kidding me. But hey, I mean, I'll take that risk."

A faint sound of a metal door opening can be heard. You can hear the footsteps of two people slowly entering the room in silence, likely looking around for something...
But then... they stop nearby.

"The sight of this room is nauseating... Are you sure we'll find even one survivor in here?" spoke one of them.

"We can only hope." The other replied, walking towards the rows of cryostasis chambers in front of him.

"It seems like these chambers were set to defrost a long time ago."

"How do you know that? Ah, never mind, they really *are* set to defrost..."

"The real question is if any of these people managed to be defrosted. "

"You have a point... wait, is... do I see someone behind that chamber over there?"

The two stop walking suddenly. A faint hush could be heard, along with the sounds of metal brushing against Gore-Tex. They walk closer and closer, slowly, but surely... towards the chamber near the back of the room.

Their stressed expressions fade away once they see that the person behind the chamber was unconscious.

Behind that chamber, a young woman laid, her back against the door of the chamber. She was unconscious; however, you could tell she was breathing.

The two spoke to each other again, asking the question that will eventually come to define the outcome of this war...

"Inigo, what do we do..? It's likely she's a survivor, yet we don't actually know if this is a trap or not.." The man with umber skin and dark hair spoke. He puts away his claymore, confused as to what step to take next, when his friend answers:

"Let's bring her back to camp, Reagan. Leaving her here unconscious isn't ideal." The man with light skin and glasses replied, as he too, put away his daggers.

The dark skinned man nodded, as he slowly reaches down to try and put the woman's arm over his shoulder so both he and his friend could carry her back.

The walk back was long, yet it felt very hopeful..

2085-02-11.