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You cautiously sniff at your shirt. Oof. Yeah, this is too rank even for you. You probably should head to lost and found. "Hey, uh, thanks. Didn't know we had a lost and found."
"i know, right?!" The redhead throws her hands up in quiet frustration. "yeah they don't tell people anything in this place. shit, it took me a day to even get this uniform."
"Really? Wait, did you also get talked at by some weird turtleneck wearing guy? After being, uh, 'promoted'?"
"oh, no, i got transferred here. was already working to guard some IRS place, just got hired here."
"Neat. So, again, thank you. I gotta get going because, uh, you know. Work stuff. Anomalies." Your social skills are rapidly degenerating second by second. "Mystery. Men. Yeah."
The redhead giggles at your floundering attempt at communication. "bro, it's okay. i get it, i get it. just go do your things, uh...whatsyourface?"
"Vincent." "ashton. keep it real." She gives you a peace sign. "alright, go."
You stumble past her and to your first stop - the men's washroom. It's only about twenty feet past her so it's a good place to stop as any.
It's actually pretty similar to a gym's bathroom. There's about six or seven cheap lockers lined against one side of the room and six or seven showers on the opposite side. The cheap, teal-colored tiling scattered haphazardly around the room is clearly growing some kind of mold. There's a small section towards the back where the actual toilets probably are.
There's a mirror next to one of the lockers. Might as well take a good look at yourself.
Eugh. You've seen better days. You know you're in your mid 20s but your face belongs to that of a fifty year old with how tired you look. The five o'clock shadow doesn't help. Your skin is a blotchy pale brown that almost looks grey in the right lighting. You're glad you keep your hair short, at least, one less thing to worry about.
Your left eye is grey and unfocused. You can still see out of it but it's never been as good as your right eye. You don't remember how it ended up that way. You think-
A throbbing pain rushes through your head. Best to think about it later. Might as well take a quick shower.
There's no hot water so you have to deal with the indignity to a freezing cold hell shower.
You feel clean after it at least. You throw your dirty clothes back on before heading to the third stall.
There's a loose panel right behind the toilet. You yank it off to reveal the cache in question. There's a small cubbyhole with a piece of paper and a satchel hidden inside.
The paper has a rough sketch of a map of the layer you're on. There's a lot of labs and barracks scattered around that aren't immediately useful but a few locations do catch your eye - MEDBAY, ABNORMALITY MATERIALS STORAGE ('LEVEL 2') and HUMAN RESOURCES OFFICE.
You're not sure how immediately useful those three might be but you have a gut feeling HR might have <span class="mu-r">someone familiar</span> waiting inside there.
