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ENTER PASSWORD<:: format=password:password
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password: •••••••• /
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SMOG
The manhole cover was slid over the pipe as two people, wearing heavy coats, gasmasks and backpacks, hurried down the ladder. They carried guns that had recently been fired. Wisps of "fog" were left as the metal disc sealed the pipe shut. The sewers had their electricity cut off long ago - the Sentinels knew about them. The duo pulled out and activated some bright yellow chemlights and clipped them to their vests, and turned on the flashlights on their rifles. The rifles they wielded were hand-crafted by a Smith in their group. "Freedom rifles," the Smith had called them. "Home made." As the pair walked down the dark tunnels, a glow began to appear in the distance. Soon, they neared, and they heard the call of voices and reached a chainlink fence with lamps and heavily armed and armored soldiers behind it. "Code?" "Eight." "Alright, you can come in." The guard nearest to the gate swings the poorly-constructed door open, and one of the two patrolmen stay at the fence, chatting with a guard. The other nods to another watchman, and pushes open the saloon-style door, entering the Lobby. It was a large concrete room with a makeshift wooden floor. Three dining room tables surrounded a woman at a desk with an old terminal computer, hooked up into the humming diesel generator in a corner of the room. Three ragged, old couches with tears and rips in the fabric sat on the other end, with people on the furniture, drinking water from thermoses, cups and soupcans. A child sits at the feet of one, playing with an airplane toy. The patrolman smiles at the kid and walks on. He puts his rifle, his chemlight pack and his patrol beret on the desk and says, "We didn't see anything today." "Alright, thanks. I'll tell the next patrol," the secretary chimes. She smiles and picks up a HAM radio, and speaks into as the soldier continues on his way. He walks past 5 doors, labeled TAVERN, DINER, WATER ROOM, BOILER ROOM and COMMUNICATIONS. The last three had a soldier standing guard outside, bearing only a sidearm. He pushed into the door that said MAIN HALLWAY. The door gave way, and he entered into the long concrete hall, illuminated by built-in fluorescent lights, hanging yellow lamps, and bright yellow glowsticks hung on hooks in the wall. He passed all the dorm rooms. One, two, three, four, five, six... He eventually arrives at one labeled 34 and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a key ring. Selecting a key, he shoves it into the lock and twists. The man pushes the door open and throws his messenger bag onto his bunkbed and nods at his roommate. Our now off-duty friend opens another door and walks into the small kitchen, which consists of about 8 cabinets all around him and above you, with a counter in front of him. To his right is a fridge, and to his left is an oven and two microwaves. A stove sits on the far left of the counter top. He grabs a bag of chips from the counter and leaves the kitchen, and opens the bathroom, which is a bath with the faucet moved to the ceiling as a makeshift shower, a toilet, a mirror cabinet and an old wall sink. The man scrubs his hands in the sink after removing his gloves, then grabs his chips and walks back out into the living room. His roommate sits on his top bunk, watching an old pre-WRA TV show that's being played on a DVD player. It rests on a small dresser, where they each have a drawer for their small clothes. Under the bed are two footlockers and there's also a small closet. The man sits on his bunk and lays down, going to sleep before living the next day in the Sanctuary, safe from the Smog.
