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There we go, you can actually see shit. Basically more of the same as described before but as your group heads south, you can make out the CONTAINMENT CELLS along the walls of the hallway.
Each CONTAINMENT CELL has the same basic construction: A heavily reinforced stainless steel airlock blocking any entrance in or out and a keypad next to it. Each door has a letter carved onto the front of the door. The south hallway has CELL A and D and from the looks of it, both of the cells are in remarkably healthy condition containment wise. Aside from a few bumps and minor cracks, they're airtight.
In other words? <span class="mu-g">Those two are contained for now.</span>
These airlock has a peephole with a metal cover over them. You glance over at Clover. "Do, uh, airlocks normally have peepholes with covers on them?"
"There's usually a viewing port to make sure the thing is actually inside. Some anomalies can teleport or place tricks with ya or plan an ambush. Marla actually got hit by an ambush back when our crew worked with P-Corp. But covers...? Probably because those two are Congo whatevers. Probably activates when you see 'em." Clover keeps a firm grip on the WILD REVOLVER in his hands. You're 100% certain that's just a cap gun he heavily modified with real gun parts.
Hm. That's useful knowledge for when you find a cell without any information about it. Soon, your group finds itself at a small boxy hub area that's completely fucking trashed. Wooden chairs, tables, and torn up documents are thrown all over the place as if someone was in a mad dash to find something down here. Given how most of the documents have been torn to shreds, they don't seem interested in information. Half empty snack bags and hunks of weirdly carved meat are thrown all over the hub room. Was someone eating here?
Quentin sniffs at the discarded food for a few moments before turning his gaze towards the group. "FRESH MEAT. HARVESTED FROM SOMETHING. MAYBE AN ANOMALY? <span class="mu-b">SOMEONE'S BEEN LIVING DOWN HERE.</span> SURVIVING OFF WHAT THEY CAN LOOT. LIKE A COCKROACH."
"Wait, that doesn't make any sense, this place was sealed back when the Antiseptic War ended." Naomi narrows her one visible eye. "That's 56 years ago. There's no way."
"Hey! Don't dismiss the willpower of mankind, Nao whoever!" Clover clicks his tongue. "If I was trapped in some god awful facility, I would kick and scream until Death Herself came to rip me limb from limb. I gotta respect this son of a gun."
"Maybe whoever's down here isn't a human. Eating the flesh of those horrid creatures..." Wendy's whole body shudders.
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] If the flesh of an anomaly has A-Energy, then it would be possible that whoever lived here has been impacted by it. You grew antlers and fur only after a few vials of it.
Casey breaks formation for a moment to let her weird dog gun thing sniff at the piles of meat too. It then immediately snaps its direction over to the elevator at the far corner of the hub room.