That Thing

The last couple of day and a half have been really eventful, i figured out that the device i am writing this on can fit into the card hole.

I was able to access more options on the interface, there was one that allowed me to get some food and water, i gourged on it for about a half an hour. I feel very refreshed and much better, after some rest ill be able to explore the complex more.

Oh yes i was able to open the door and looked onto a dark hall with no signs of life at all, i got fearful and retreated back to the small room i called home for the last three days.

Day 2

So I haven't had anything that interesting happen yet, other then explaining my surroundings a little bit and here's what I found:

I woke up in a room about 10x15 meters, the walls are a deeper color of grey with a strip of yellow in the middle , but it is not paint it seams to be made into the wall. And there is one table about 3/4 meters height with a rudimentary stool that what seems to be a solid block of some sort of material, but when I was inspecting it it was surprisingly light and isn't that comfortable to sit on. The monitor does no look like it has a screen and the only thing that says it is a monitor is a card and three buttons and a smooth screen, next to the monitor about three mm to the right and 7 mm above is what looks to be a hatch and when opened there is nothing inside except two nodes on both sides of the interior. I found one door it is only a slight indent in the wall other a small hatch which is what gave it away to be a door, but I haven't been able to open it with force.

And that's all I found, I'm starting to get rather patched and feel as if I will go till it I dont get anything to drink.

Day 1.

My name is Ziggy, or at least that's what is said on the tag on my suit.

But I dont know where I am or for that matter who I am there are little bits and pieces but that's just about it , but enough of that. The last thing I can remember before walking on on the floor was, I fixing something that looked like a panel. Then I woke up here. And by here I mean this weird screwed up place.

The walls are grey there is no bright light and that floating text that look like panels are a soft glowing green color.

I have explored a little and found this which I am able to keep updates on what has happened, and if there is not another entry know that I am dead or worse.

Hey guys I'm doing free commissions of art and stores till next Saturday

Rules:

1.Short story's so I can get them done qucikly

2. plz smaller pieces of art like ocs and what not

3.Dont be a jerk I'll do the best I can

And that's all

Just ask or PM me

He walked out of the federal building, hand shoved in his pocket angrily. The damn fools had fired him. But he can't let that overcome him, it's getting late and he had to get home.

He looked up.

The dome didn't black the stars completely, just enough for the mind to wander what they looked like and the soul to long for the primal pleasure to see them.

He stopped, looking back at the task at hand. It was getting really late, he had to be careful for the gangs that would want his head.

As this thought passed his mind, three men walked on the opposite side of the street started at him.

He glanced over at them.

*Crap, I knew I shouldn't have sat there like a fool with his tongue out wandering about what might never be.*

And it didn't help that he was wearing the federal uniform over his rubber. And his rubber had blue stripes.

Damn.

He glanced at their rubbers, they had red stripes. Great, this has gone from bad to worse.

Reds where the rival gang. And he was Blue.

They came at him, high with anger and a pring of revenge.

When they where right in front of him, they stoped.

They looked at him with anger and tension there dim faces like they are looking into the eyes of a ghost.

"The father was pronounced dead an hour ago" the smallest said. He was slender and lanky.

"The new father said to hunt down any blues we see, the old father was hurt in a fight in new town"

And with that he pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the abdomen. The other two held the bleeding man down while the third proceeded to cut his hair off, a sign of disrespect.

He was screaming and thrashing out of pain, they dragged him into a nearby alley and stripped him of his rubber and coat that would make it harder to cut though him.

Regardless of his constant thrashing and peircing screms, the men just continued to cut though him like he was a piece of prime meat, all the while his attackers muttering,

"I'm sorry, please be quiet."

After the deed was done they left his body there like some trash on the corner, he looked up a as he was dying,the sun was setting and the stars where our with the sun together, it was beautiful.