It was early autumn when it arrived. The air was a green like haze and thick with smoke. And ash was raining from the heavens. He awoke inside a stone room, cold and damp the room was dark and empty, except for a cracked bed and a lone window.. He arose from his bed like a man from his grave. Awoken by the rumbling of the ground and the shaking of air. Yet this was a usual day, he had seen this many times before. After all he lived through the worst of it. He was a large man with skin light as chalk with strong arms and a back broken and worn from his work. Scars coated his pearl skin. as he got out of bed his iron foot was shining in the glow of the light.
His Geiger counter was beeping off the charts, so an executive decision was made to stay home today. He strapped on his boots. As he left his room he found on the desk his mask, it was a black mask made of leather with a filter and lenses to seal his face. making sure it was his, he read the name on the back. "Ivan huh, yep mine" he thought as he donned the mask. As he opened his eyes to look out the lenses, the world lost its color, it all turned grey and dead. The bright paintings all turned black and white. It was all so stale.
His stomach rumbled warning of hunger. As he walked to the makeshift refrigerator he stepped over Dax. Dax was a dog, or used to be. Dax, like most others, had been mutated by the IT. Dax was a black wolf. Yet he looked like that no longer. Dax like many others had been "Saved."
After he assisted Dax to sleep, he continued on towards the fridge, as he opened the fridge he sees he has no more food syringes. "Out of nutrition sticks, it looks like a day at home is not in the cards." so he snatched his black trenchcoat from the rack directly next to the door, grabbed his Armalite and began to head out with Dax at his heels.
