Closing the enormous door, he entered into nearly complete darkness, with the small florescence of the lightbulbs connected to the surface to a solar panel, utilizing solar energy. However, it was not much lighting at all. Barely that of the moon lighting up the night, he attempted to make his was through the small corridors, searching for a weapon, as his blade had become too dull to use properly anymore, and the horrific nightmares that wreaked havoc on the surface, had to be stunned at the least in order for your survival. Sloshing through a, what seems to be, old freezer storage, where the ice was somewhat melted but not fully, due to the odd temperatures created underground.
Sifting through this slush, a sudden pain strikes the tip of his finger, and he immediately recoiled, knowing exactly what he just did. He had pricked his finger on a needle.
Syringes and needles were located all over this wasteland, as they were used rather than pills now due to the lack of resources to produce pills. The syringes and needles were not labelled, you were expected to keep up with that knowledge.
Hoping none of the solution had gotten into his bloodstream, he attempts to grab the barrel of the needle, picking it up and attempting to properly identify what was inside, in this dimly lit room.
It was a purely red serum, meaning that it had to do with injuries and whatnot. Guessing, he believed it was morphine, as he was getting drowsy, quickly, and also felt quite numb. Scrambling out of the freezer room, and into the dirty hallways, he falls down, but does not make any attempt to get back up, as it would be no use.
He falls half-asleep, as the quiet hum of a loud mechanism in the vault reverberates throughout all of the vault. Still barely awake, he makes an attempt to grab a specially created pill, and shoves it into his mouth, trying to swallow, and almost choking, but it goes down.
His body temperature began to decrease. Rapidly.
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