Randall has had better moods.
"We are g-getting back. those b-bastards decided that making weapons to f-fight whatever comes out is night is more important t-than avoiding them. Try to not make much noise."
"Don't need to tell me twice, I'm not usually caught out this late. For a reason."
The two quietly left the store, their food in tow, and made their way back across the street to the squat concrete building. The fake sky was a dark blue and showed stars and a moon, occasionally eclipsed by a cloud. A soft wind blew through the streets putting a chill to those who were still out and about, but in all things seemed peaceful, although Wilmer seems perturbed.
Getting to the monolithic door that was the entrance to the bunker, Randall radioed on and was given clearance to open the door. Just as the door started hissing, Randall noticed Harvey and Samuel join them, the former in the middle of stashing several metallic car parts in a his pack.
A loud thunk echoed out of the concrete building into the night. Silence met it, but Wilmer seemed more on edge, gripping his bludgeon tighter. Soon the solitary thunk was joined by others as the inner locking mechanisms of the door gave way, and with each thunk Wilmer grew paler. And most of the others can tell why now.
The metallic thunks were echoed in the darkness by another sound, faint, but heard by all but Samuel. It was soft, almost imperceptible compared to the noisy door, a soft... Hum? It was alone, but soon after it was joined by another at a different pitch. Then another, and another after that one. Soon the sound was unmistakable, heard by all. It swelled in height and dropped in depth rhythmically, and out of the many sounds a song was made, sounding almost like a disturbed hymn.
It grew closer, and by the time the door finally opened, reached a zenith of sound to rival even that of the door. The four hurried in and a voice cackled in. "Hold your breath. Decontaminati--What's that sound?" The door slid up slowly, almost agonizingly so, the grind of working machinery echoing through the air again, except this time it wasn't the loudest thing in the sector. The bright light, compared to the darkness outside, grew dimmer the further out of the door it went, as if fighting a losing battle against the encroaching darkness.
The internal locks started to engage but the hymn could still be heard, muffled, faint, but with each retorting clash from the door it grew quieter each time until with the final click finally fell silent. A mist started spraying from the ceiling, smelling strongly of bitter cleaning chemicals, that blanketed the group. Wilmer covered his mouth and tried not to breathe in, and it was soon finished. The inner door opened with little flair to show two people waiting for them, a helmeted enforcer and a nervous looking man clutching onto a first aid kit.
Boss looked up from the suit, startled by the faint thunks that came from outside. He looked at a clock and swore, quickly moving over to a wall and flipping a few switches. "Fuckin' bunker again, at the worst time!" The entire store went dark, the only light being Briefcase, the holo shining in the dark.
"Why did you--" Briefcase was about to question but he was cut off from a strange sound, a hum that filled the air and grew in intensity. It came from outside, a sound loud enough to easily breach the shelving-barricaded entrances and to reach in the room. A looming black shape peaked in from the back, Lunk just barely visible thanks to Briefcase's light and night adjusted eyes. The large man looked to Boss with an uncertain look, who just nodded.
"Stay silent." The man barely whispered.
Name: Freddie Firenzo
Gender: Male
Attribute: Inspiration (1)
Short Description: a somewhat small man, balding, wears glasses and possesses a pencil mustache. Covers up encroaching baldness with a clearly stolen trilby and hides rather unimposing physique behind a somewhat oversized pastel blue tuxedo.
Short Biography: despite the rather dire nature of the situation, Freddie is quite glad, all in all, that whatever happened happened. He was in the middle of contemplating suicide when the sirens came, trying to decide upon a good method to carry out a deed. However, evacuation put a stop to that kind of thinking, and Freddie rather appreciates the circumstances due to this. Why, he could make off with an entire tuxedo and hat in the chaos, and nobody noticed. For him, this whole apocalypse thing is kind of a definite improvement, really. Certainly an opportunity to reinvent himself, find some sort of track to get his life onto at last.
Inventory: AFU,
Comm,
HUD,
Metal Club,
Metal Spike,
Cracked Headlight,
7 Dual-Torches,
Oil Canister,
Lighter,
Credit Unions,
2 Rations,
Memory Stick
Name: Frogdo Badtirigidon
Gender: Male
Attribute: IRONMAN (0)
Short Description: He's a short dude with curly brown hair, spiky stubble, and heterochromatic eyes - blue and brown.
Short Bio: Maaaaaan, he was a dude who came from the streets, maaaaan, and he was angry and resentful and stuff, maaaaan. He's a survivor because he, like, KNOWS da streetz, maaaaan.
Inventory: AFU,
Comm,
HUD,
Metal Club Name: Randall Steward
Gender: Male
Attribute: Intimidation (0)
Short Description: a short and filthy dark-haired individual. His back is always slightly bended fowards, which gives him the impression of being a hunchback. Actually, he stays like that to remain unseen.
Short Biography: Randall's parents abandoned him when he was but a a kid. He survived in the streets pretty much as a rat, stealing food and hiding. Treated by everybody as scum, he never found a way to integrate into society and kept living with low standards.
Inventory: AFU,
Comm,
HUD,
2 Knives,
Rubber Glove,
5 Rations,
Meat Clever 
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