Subject 2953 [REMASTERED]

Chapter 2

The interior of the car was surprising nice, the mounted laptop was displaying a map of the area, with symbols I did not understand.

"So . . . who are you?" I asked, realizing I didn't know the man that was driving.

"Jacob, you?" He would say, making a right turn.

"Lyric . . ."

The scenery was . . . interesting to say the least. Wreckages and graffiti were abundant here, some of the graffiti looked odd, written in something I couldn't understand. It all seemed out of an apocalyptic movie or something of the sorts.

"Tell me . . . what . . . has happened?"

"Well . . . to put it simply, you've been asleep for 12000 years."

I would turn my head to face him, confused . . . very confused.

"What?"

"You heard me, 12000 years."

"You got to be kidding me."

"In this kind of desolate wasteland comprised of human survivors and/or rejects, I don't kid around."

"Human what?"

"Well, the humans technically died off due to a flood, and for 12000 years, evolution kicked into overdrive, when Alterna's scientists powered on their damn rocket like fucking idiots, it kinda killed all the survivors in there, and also dropped a lot of human DNA into the water. Somehow fusing it into the wildlife, years later, marine life are the new humans." 

" . . . how am suppose to believe that?"

"Well, if humans did survive, would this place look as broken down as it is now?"

I look around, burnt and rusted tanks and civilian vehicles are scattered around, ruined buildings are the norm around this area.

"Guess . . . . not."

"And these marine creatures that aren't so marine anymore have taken the liberty of being our new enemies, killing us off."

"Great."

"So we have begun to reside in the deserts, mountains, and junkyards, living in places like this."

Jacob would turn into the parking lot of a bus depot, buses placed around the perimeter of the area, barbed wire placed on the roofs. He would park the car and get out, I would follow suit.

"Welcome to your new home for the foreseeable future."

" . . . Nice I guess?"

Jacob would walk inside, I would do the same. The inside seemed like a war base, with tools aligning the walls, maps with various symbols on them. The place seemed to be straight from a war zone.

A man would walk up to us. He would begin speaking in Russian

"Ahem . . ." Jacob would say.

The man would clear his throat.

"Sorry, just a little salty from last time."

"Let's introduce this man to the compound, show him around."

"Alright then . . . follow me."

The man would begin showing me around the compound, honestly, it looked kinda nice. It seemed to have been turned into a large workshop, metal shelves full of tools, scrap metal, and other stuff like that were everywhere.

"We have a good group of crew stationed here." Jacob would say.

"Yeah, used to be larger, but again, some capitalist pig ratted is out for a large sum of money, so we had to relocate here after an assault on our last outpost, he thought we never knew, but I was given orders to kill him, and I made it clear traitorous Capitalists will not be tolerated."