conan-sepulchre

Within the shelter, temperature and luminosity are set by a domotic system I finally managed to get to work as it should.
It does a real good emulation of the sun, the outside, and everything. It could even emulate rain, but I'm not masochistic enough to connect the sprinklers to the system.

Though there is a problem : the outside just doesn't behave as it should anymore. To put it clearly, since the Blast, the sky is grey. A gloomy light of sort is being diffused around by a grey sky. At noon, it seems like there is a luminosity close to an advanced sunset. Without the nice colors.

I came across a mirror, today. Had a shock. I knew my hair fell down, but Marthe didn't warn me about the greyish marks I have instead. My skin dies and will be replaced by pretty brand new cells. But until then, I'm almost as gloomy as the weather.

Sure, I never was a handsome guy, and possibilities for flirting around are a little short...
But still, it strikes my morale down.

Add to this the fact that MArthe still has a tendency to sink in phases of speechlessness as unexpectable as long-lasting, and you'll see one can't say the overall mood here is deliriously happy.

The more we talk about the mutants, the less I feel like going out.
The more we talk about the mutants, the more I want to understand.

The more I think of it, the more I get shivers down my spine.
The more I think of it, the more I think that Marthe, who isn't dumb, must get shivers down her spine.

Facts :
- The shelter was assaulted by surprise.
- The shelter wa suposedly perfectly isolated from the outside.
- The mutants aren't resulting from radiations alone.
- The shelter had a small hospital, where Marthe worked as a nurse, yet she was denied access to a part of it.

I'm not too keen on Conspiration Theories, but if someone told me the mutants came from the inside, I wouldn't be that surprised.

Well, but in this case, how can we explain the monsters wandering around my own shelter ?

Nothing's clear about this stuff, except that these bastards do exist. And that's disturbing enough per se.

I feel a tad better, and I've been talking with Marthe, these days.

Marthe says that the mutants (for lack of a better word, we called the creatures this way) can't be the result of radiations alone.
She doesn't know how they could enter the shelter, by definition a place hermetically shut.
But saw them rushing over anything coming into their range.
In spite of their deformed bodies, these things are capable of an impressive velocity.
When I was at the shelter, my gunfire, apart from dislocating my shoulder, made them cower away. But I didn't hit a single one of them.

Marthe explained to me that she followed me from the shelter. Apparently, I was really shaken, because I didn't hear her or see her along the way. This being said, considering I crumbled down only little time afterwards, it ain't surprising I didn't notice her.

She thinks she's the only survivor of the shelter. I don't have the strength to go check her saying, I shall take her word on it.
She explained to me that there was a security service supposed to be the police while the military was reinstalling some kind of order in the outside, but that this secrity service got slaughtered. They were trained to be, in the worst possible case, some riot squad. Not a degenerated-anabolized-monsters squad.

She talked a lot. Also, she cried a little. I wonder if she had any family in this shelter. Anyway, now that she's here, I don't see myself kicking her out. I don't like people, but I know how to be thankful when someone saves my life.

She says her name's "Marthe". That she wants me to call her Marthe.
Honestly, she can be named whatever she wants. Saving my life is at least worth choosing one's own name.
Between now and the moment I feel unconscious on the hatch opening button, three days have passed.

Marthe says I spent them vomitting bile while staying unconscious. She looks like she's been through hard times. Don't know if it's due to taking care of me or having watched the people from the public shelter die without being able to do nothing about it.

Heh... I'm still a terrible observer. Among all the corpses, several wore hazmat suits. And among those corpses with suits, one was faking it.
And this fake corpse has been my nurse for the last three days. I'm still nauseous, but at least she managed to fix an IV of nutriments in my arm.

Nurse or not, I owe her big time.

She told me I lost quite a few hair too.
I'm thus alive, sick, and balding...
Yeah me.
Positive side is, I have someone to talk to. Negative point again, though, I don't have a clue about what to say to her.
I think I'm gonna keep on resting.
I told her that she could help herself in my food stock, or listen to my CDs or (supreme honor) use my computer.

Writing is tiring...
I'm gonna rest a litle more...

Am sick.
Torn suit.
Bleeding stopped.

Am gonna throw up.

Crap... What were they ?!

Open shelter.
Dead people.
Gruesome beasts everywhere.

Never shot a gun before. Recoil. Shoulder dislocated.

Wanna puke again.
Headache.

Taken antirad medecine.
Sick anyway.

Disinfected wounds.

All dead.
Except one guy.
Dying.

Nothing I could do.

All dead.