#ggend

You were too weak. Too slow. Despite Tiffani’s brief efforts to reverse the shutdown, the power flickered out before more than a few pods could be opened.

The lids, of course, could still be forced open. But why disturb any more coffins?

Ohito. Eita. Calypso. Peach. Katsurou. Michael. Koume. Kamiko. Ayaka.

Dumbstruck and exhausted, you lingered at the pods, trying a few more failed revival attempts before sinking to the ground, unsure if you would be able to get up again.

“All right, uh... Guess we’re done here, huh? Don’t really know what to say besides my boss really fucked this one up.”

“They’ll be sending the transport for me pretty soon, so I’m sure we can all cram in there. Just... take it easy ‘til they haul their asses up here, I guess.”

So... This was it, huh? It... could have been worse. The MAB Rehab program had done its job, and nine of you had woken up. This was better than never opening your eyes again, wasn’t it?

Of course it could have been better. You couldn’t count how many ways it could have been better. But... this was what you had. You were alive, and you were going to make the most of it, apocalypse or no.

[[This ends the main plot of Ghosts in the Gym. You may now make any endgaming posts/threads you like, and send in a few investigation asks to talk to the Future Foundation agent or look for whatever information may be lying around the pod building.