Decaying Void

~Chapter One: Awakening~

Notes:
This is a rough draft of the first chapter. I will be making edits as time goes on.

Each chapter will be released weekly! As this is the first story like this I am attempting I hope that I can entertain at least one person!
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The chamber came to life, hissing as it took in the warmer outside air and began the awakening process.

"Occupant 246-103, resuscitation in progress." A synthetically effeminate voice announced from a speaker on the ceiling of the cryo pod I was in.

The door to the pod creaked and ice chipped off as it slowly raised outward and up, allowing me my first glimpse of the facility I've been calling home since I was put on ice 300 years ago. I carefully took my first step out of the pod, followed by another, until I was standing in the middle of a long, dimly lit hallway lined with countless other glorified ice boxes. As I was taking it all in I noticed two other individuals looking around in a stupor. I couldn't really blame them, I'm not even sure half of the lottery winners actually believed that they'd survive the cryogenic process after all the paperwork and lectures we had thrust upon us before we were put into hibernation.

The man to my right began to puke his guts out the second he stepped out of his pod, the woman to my left, however, simply stood there, looking around at her surroundings. Eyeing everything down with a determined look of curiosity on her face. The sharpness of her auburn eyes in stark contrast to her synthetically blue hair made her give off an almost demanding yet approachable atmosphere that I felt drawn to. That or the stench coming from the opposite direction was driving me away from its source and towards fresher air. As I approached the woman, her eyes were drawn to me and a look of distrust flashed across her face as she took a few steps back.

"Who are you?!" She demanded, "where are we?! What is this place?!" The woman fired off questions as fast as she could, clearly puzzled and worried about the situation she currently found herself in.

"Calm down, take a deep breath. You're probably suffering from cryogenic amnesia. They covered it in one of the lectures we had to take before they turned us into human popsicles." I calmly explained to her, "there were supposed to be doctors here when we woke up to help us get things under control and to deal with side effects, like your amnesia and vomit boys nausea over there." I say as I point my thumb back over my shoulder at the man who is currently just managing to keep whatever is left in his stomach from coming up.

"The names-" he gags lightly, apparently trying his hardest not to void his stomach yet again, " the names Keith Henderson and I'd rather you didn't make up ridiculous nicknames for me, thank you."

Keith stood at about 5'9" with a buzzed head of brownish red hair. Didn't look like he'd ever worked a day in his life and had a decent beer belly on him. Couldn't be a day younger than 45, how he was able to pass the lottery tests was beyond me. As he saw me sizing him up, a smug look crossed his face. "You know, I'm well aware of how pretty I am but I don't swing that way pal so quit your fuckin' staring." He growled at me. "Also, correct me if I'm wrong but, isn't it common courtesy to give your name once someone else introduces themselves?" He said, a cocky grin spreading as he spoke.

"Jake Kidd, now Keith I'd tell you to watch your step but it seems like that would be pointless now." I point down towards his feet. As he was talking to me he had managed to step forward into his pile of bile which, until I pointed it out, he hadn't realized was slowly being absorbed into his slippers that Void Tech. Had given everyone as part of our cryosleep "uniform".