"Fuck."
In the dim building, a Scavenger with only half a body left crawled across the floor. His blood trailed behind him, blending with the many stains already left by the victims here.
The wires and light bulbs around him flickered with sparks, the lighting dim and unsteady.
All the electronic equipment at the Long Beach Junkyard had suddenly exploded. The Server used to support the Scavengers' internal communications had turned into a cyber-bomb, frying the brains of anyone unlucky enough to be online at the time.
Ten minutes ago, he'd been congratulating himself for not using the Network to watch porn. Now, he'd changed his mind:
Fuck, that's life for you. The people who just died only had to lie there and stay dead. The living still had to grope around in the dark, terrified, trying to repair the circuits, with no idea which wire would electrocute them.
And after enduring an eternity of fumbling around and making repairs, now he had to crawl across the floor with his guts trailing behind him.
Pain invaded his brain, and his consciousness was fading. What was keeping him crawling so stubbornly?
The Scavenger crawled over to the corner and struggled to raise his head for a look at the hammer on the table.
"Ugh, fuck you. I'm done."
Bang!
A Scavenger hooked his hand around the table's edge. The hammer fell off, smashed his head, and ended his life.
Boom-
Flames and explosions sounded from the passageway. Heavy footsteps echoed through the underground facility.
The Long Beach Junkyard was shrouded in darkness. From time to time, gunshots and the sounds of fighting rang out. The gunfire was loud and sharp, muzzle flashes especially bright against the dark.
Creak-
The sounds of the fighting came in all sorts of forms: concrete walls