Chapter 2: First Gathering (1).

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Ken opens his eyes from his slumber. He rubs his eyes twice and gets off his bed. His room is different, it was more luxurious.

Ken down to the wardrobe and takes out a black boxer. He puts on, now covering between his stomach and thighs.

He opens the door to his room with a ID order his and walks out of his room once again with bare feet.

[1905th Shelter Shuttles, December 25, 2054. Level 39.]

He approaches a room with a logo showing a droplet of water on the metal door. Under the logo said 'Male'. He uses the ID again and the metal door slide open.

Inside their various shadows of men were seen shower behind waterproof curtains. Ken walks up a pipe inside a sink and proceeds to wash his face.

While washing his face, a memory from the past flash before his closed eyes. The same woman with blond hair was carry him by the hand. Her right arm was badly injured. Her pale skin also turning a dark green with brown bumps covering her infected arm.

Ken looks up at the mirror. He sees his wet face with water dripping down his chin and hair what was caught by the cool water.

He frowns at his reflection and throws water at his face one last time. He wipes his face in a towel, which was hanging beside him.

He exit the room in a hurry. He walked down the hail with nothing but boxer's.

He never stopped having those nightmares or visions. They taunt and haunt his brain unstop.

Ken never told anyone about his problem. Even his best and only friend, Cyan. He plans to fight his battle by himself alone.

Two years has past, since he been forcefully given this job, as gatherer.

He had been put in training and studies by the leaders of the shelter. He basically knows everything about the job. Only a one thing he is not sure about: If he's getting paid.

All he has to do is find useable resources outside and come back safely. That's simple said than down.

Even though it's more liveable up here, it's not satisfying.

Outside he may been killed in the horrifying and painful way. He had already wondered if he should commit suicide like the others.

"(But what the fun in that?)", Ken walked out of his room saying to himself.

Ken was dressed in a black jumpsuit with a same colored helmet, which covered his face with a strong protective glass.

He entered a elevator and descended down. Ken had press the lowest button on the elevator '20'.

Ken continued his descend to level 20. He stand into the elevator by himself, looking at the door with a unbreakable gaze.

After an half an hour, the door the elevator slide open. Ken exit the elevator.

Level 20 was filled with noise by machinery equipment. Level 20 was used to build robots and vehicles.

Ken walked past all the men, women and machinery. He went climbed down stairs that were at vertical of the level.

As Ken journey down the stairs, the sound of the machinery faded. Ken continued down until he reached Level 1.

Ken paused he steps as he took a moment to spectate the hell hole he once lived in, "*Sniff* Smells like the same shitty perfume".

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