>>5220774You make your way towards the exit of the building, carefully navigating your way down the hall and keeping your pace firm and measured so as not to alert the Orphan, roaming somewhere in the building's depths. In almost no time at all, you pass back into the shining light of the Dead City.
You trawl through the degenerated and twisted streets of the Dead City, cracked pillars of stone and metal stretching high up inyo the sky, lit only by the pale orange corpse-light that hangs over the entire world now. You do not encounter any further entities, but the presence and knowledge of the Hound back in the blackened depths of that building fills you with a mounting terror, that clutches your heart and threatens to make you pass out then and there in the street.
Which would be bad. Very bad indeed.
It doesn't take you long to make your way back to the spot where your bunker is, carefully buried under a torn up and broken street. The Dead City shifts and changes constantly, but you have grown used to the shifts, being so often that you have become strangely attuned to them, and some things remain constant despite the energetic shifting of this everchanging landscape.
Cracking open the hatch and slipping through the small tunnel behind it, you carefully pull the opening hatch shut behind you and hear it click into place. You push open the one that leads into your humble home and almost flop onto the ground, as it snaps shut behind you.
You are exhausted. Spent from your time out up above.
>Query: Is User in need of assistance?You tilt your head to look in front of you. The sphere has rolled up in front of you, blue light marking its 'eye' focused on you with its full attention.
You can only make a choked groan before your head hits the ground with a loud conk. You are unconscious in moments.
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