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The year 3044 and the world as we know it is no more, Creatures of death roam the earth, and only a quarter of the world's population remains.
Tharn is running for his life and lost in the forest. At the brink of death, he meets a man...
The next six months was........, well tharn has no words for, not the one. Everything was going fine. He ate took his medicine then sleep.it was like this until the injury completely closed up. But then after Type gave him a wheelchair to move about the building, this was as when his head was blown.
That day he had finished breakfast and then he was ready to take his usual mid morning nap, when Type had come into the room with an automated wheelchair. He placed him on it. And then he was shown how to work it, he was amazed by the contraption.
"Where did you get this " asked Tharn. He was so intrigued by it, he couldn't hide his excitement, he was finally going to leave this room. He had not wanted to act ungrateful , by nagging Type with how bored he was everyday, because he knew the man was taking a great risk letting him stay with him in his home. So he kept his discomfort to himself. But now with this amazing device he can move around as much as he wants.
" I made some adjustments to it, normally it's just an ordinary wheelchair. I only made it so you could move it on your own and move about by yourself, after all I won't be here to help you all the time" Type had said.
With that, type opened the door and his mind was taking on a ride like no other shocked at the number of room before his, he couldn't help but wonder if there were other people living in those rooms right now.
They past through the hall way with over 23 doors, he counted, he was in door number two, they all had their numbers on it.
"There are over seven other floors like this", said Type as Tharn nods his head.
They walked to the end of the hall way, when the wall opened up to reveal Benson on the other side. Type motioned for him to go into the wall that seemed to be a metal box with a little box with buttons and numbers on it. Type got into the box with him and pressed the number one on it. And the metal box seemed to be moving downwards. For a second tharn almost lost his nerves.
Type was getting a wave of confusion from tharn, and also excitement, lots of it. And a tiny bit of fear. So he made the choice to tell the man what they doing in detail.
"This box we are currently in is called an elevator, it moves up and down. Takes you to whatever floor you want to go in a building, instead of walking on a very long flite of stairs. This one is easier and better for you, since you are using a wheelchair. We are going to the first floor, where I am going to show you the man made grass land. And from there we will go up, until we get to the 30th floor" said Type .
