Before I'm Gone

Day 4385

The upbeat drums and the snapping of 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go' by Wham! rang in her ears, as the speakers in the warehouse blasted the voice of George Michael, as he sang the opening lyrics.

Marie groaned in her sleep, annoyed by the sound that dragged her back to the real world. She turned on her back, looking up at the sky.  Heaviness in her chest rose, as she studied the grey, cloudy sky with her green orbs.
The hole in the rooftop of the warehouse conveniently enabled her to look up at the sky, first thing in the morning. It almost seemed to be a hole in reality, as the rooftop's wood and metal frame suddenly broke away, revealing a patch of grey sky.

Sitting up, she made a grab for the remote she kept beside her, changing the song by pressing the green button.
The beat changed to that of Michael Jackson's 'Beat It', as she crawled up through the hole, and sat on the rooftop. There, an old rusted ladder laid against the wall, in the perfect position for her to slide down directly.
As she slid down smoothly to the ground, landing with no sound, she noticed the ladder was getting more creaky. She reminded herself then to look for a new one or make one if matters came to worse.

The music kept going, Jackson's high voice echoing from inside the warehouse.

She went around to the front of the warehouse, taking out some keys from her pocket.
The warehouse's doors were made of metal (thankfully), and were not yet rusty. The handles were bound together by chains and a lock, which Marie had painstakingly put there.
She inserted the key into the lock, turning it right until it clicked. Then, she pulled the chains off-with a lot of effort-and pushed the doors open. They creaked, scratching the concrete floor as she pushed them back.
Darkness engulfed the inside, leaving nothing visible to the naked eye except the shadowy outline of shelves.

"Good morning." Marie spoke huskily, her voice echoing throughout the warehouse.
There was a loud click, and the lights turned on one by one, starting from the ones closest to the entrance and moving further in.

The warehouse was wide and big, probably as big as a basketball court. Rows of shelves to the left and right were filled to the brim with supplies of every kind; canned food, emergency water, wires, nails, chips, motherboards, alloys, grenades, etc. Some of shelves had refrigerated boxes and compartments, to keep specific things at the right temperature. Anything she could need until she died was stored on the shelves in boxes and crates. Some boxes even had plushies and keepsakes from her childhood. Even some photos were laying around randomly, some were flipped down though, as if someone wanted to avoid the eyes of the people in them. 

"Good morning, Miss Anderson. Did you have a good night's sleep?"

Marie's companion's voice resonated through the speakers, as the cameras on the walls turned to look at her. The music was paused abruptly, as the main systems turned on.

"Yeah, I did. What about you, Vee?" Marie replied, as she walked inside, closing the doors behind her. Her boots clacked against the floor, as she took strides towards her working table.
The shelves at the sides were full, but in the middle there was a lot of unused space. There were even barrels stocked with wood, for emergencies. At the far end of the warehouse, there were tables arranged in an l-shape, with all sort of tinkering projects piled on top, along with two big computers and screens, projectors, and papers.

"I do not sleep, Miss Anderson. I just turn off my systems."

Marie sighed. "Geez, could you play along?"
She threw herself onto the rolling chair, sliding around a bit and then smashing the keyboard.
"Anything new? Anything I have to do today?"