2215 (discontinued until further notice)

Chapter 5

The Year: 2215

Unknown's POV

The hallways were dark. Dust particles were everywhere, so it was hard to see sometimes. The flashlight that I held in my hand swept back and forth how I had been taught, making sure that I got every nook and cranny with the light.

My footsteps echoed softly in the silence, probably making more noise than it should. My padded leather outfit sat snugly on my limbs, yet the muscles that I spent a few years building up were still visible. The shoes that I was wearing that all of the people in my clan wore were similar to the combat boots worn of the last couple of centuries. They were black, had three buckles and shoelaces keeping them tied together.

A door appeared ahead of me, and it looked like it hadn't been touched for a long while. God how this was good news.

I was on a scouting mission. If possible I was supposed to find somewhere habitable or somewhere with an abundance of food that could feed the clan until other food was found. The group that I was in was called Scouts, no surprises there. The other were the Leaders, Farmers and Bearers. The first two should be easy to figure out. The Bearers let us, well, reproduce. They are the ones that give their bodies for the greater good of humanity, and majority of the woman have four to five children each.

The door ahead of me was more like two doors. Like the kind that lead to a really big room, so big that they need two doors just to make it look smaller. Yeah those kind of doors. The actual doors were on the floor but the doorway was still standing straight.

I walk over the debris carefully, making sure not to leave footprints just in case. An awful smell comes from the room, it's honestly smells like something, or someone, died in there.

The doors when I walk over them, look like they have been trampled before so I am not to worried about losing my footing. The room which I enter has all sorts of old medical equipment laying around and in the centre of the room are a couple of skeletons, male from the looks of them. Their clothes hang half-rotton off of their bones. I shudder. I had seen these kinds of things before, obviously, but the smell combined with the atmosphere of this room, just made me want to puke.

Old blood stains covered the floor, some of it darker than rest. I make my way over to the two skeletons and crouch down, pulling my leather gloves onto my hands at the same time. With the gloves providing a barrier between potentially harmfull germs, I look through the clothes to see if I can find anything of use, for eg. a key to some of the other room that were littered around the place.

Nothing in the first corpse and nothing in the second. I frown, usually the bodies have at least one thing in their pockets like old gum or something. I look up, and from this new position, I can see an unusual pattern of blood leading to a table covered in some more of the stuff. I walk over to it, forgetting about the bodies and curious to why so much blood would be on the ground and leading to an operating table.

The table when I reach it, is covered in the blood that I saw earlier and several machines lay forgotten beside it. I pull the heart monitor from it's position on the ground and look at the reading that it had before running out of charge. I can do that only because of the tech that my clan has accumulated over the years.

I pull what looks like a piece of metal about the size of my palm out of a pocket in my jacket. The metal contains a chip that can scan whatever equipment you hold it up to and sends the latest data it can find and sends it to the twin that is an earpiece that projects the information in front of my eyes. Only I and anyone else in the clan can see the information because of the contacts that are given to us at the beginning of our training.

The information that I get is hardly good news. Whomever the device was hooked up to was obviously not in good condition. The beats looked like they were decreasing in power, each of the lows and highs closer to a flatline. This person was dying and from the blood that was splattered everywhere, it honestly looked like they didn't make it.

The absence of a corpse said otherwise.