The door to her cryopod opened slowly with a hiss. Her eyes opened quickly, as they darted about her surroundings. She hadn't survived as long as she had without knowing what was around her. She didn't try and move at first, she knew being in cryostasis for so long had rendered her muscles weaker than she would have wanted. She took a deep breath and slowly moved her legs, getting her bearings. She stretched slowly, like a cat, getting her muscles used to moving again. She shivered as she looked around the room. Ah right, their sleep suit was nothing more than mere underwear she thought to herself.
She tried to take a deep breath, coughing slightly. Bad idea she said to herself. She looked for her chest. When she found it she dressed in the suit and boots they'd designed specifically for those who were to awake first. It had been years since she'd been awake, even though it had only felt like hours of sleep to her.
She glanced at the computer on her wrist, the screen a little foggy from the unfreezing. She took her hand and wiped the screen with a sigh. "Computer" she said, her tongue feeling thick and heavy. "Authorization Charlie-9-5-Zulu-Tango-7-7."
"Welcome back Special Agent Jordyn" it said back to her in greeting.
"Equalize atmospheric pressure please."
"The atmospheric pressure in this chamber has been offline for 57.283 years. I am unable to restore the systems. You have T-15 until you run out of oxygen and lose consciousness."
Great, time to get a move on. She reached back in her chest and pulled out her bag. One of the best things about her line of work, she'd had the backpack. She pulled everything from her chest into the bag, she'd packed the essentials. There was a fairly large medical pack, a few rations that would have lasted the years she was frozen, among other things. She organized it all carefully. Wynter looked around the room. Another cryopod had been opened.
"Computer."
"Yes Special Agent Jordyn?"
"Who else was released?"
"I am unaware of the other people cryopod Agent. I cannot locate the information for you. T-12 until you run out of oxygen."
Wynter rolled her eyes and rolled the backpack onto her shoulders. Whoever had been unfrozen in front of her had probably gotten everything they could from the storage facilities. She headed for the hallway, where she knew the emergency supplies would be. She could smell the death before she even walked in the room. The room was ransacked, of course it was. She looked at the empty oxygen tanks, not even bothering to check them.
Flares she said as she moved closer to the body. She picked them up and carefully arranged them in her bag. That might come in handy, she picked up the machete that was hidden underneath the skeleton. She smiled, who knew what was up on the surface, but she'd be ready for it. She picked up a few more odds and ends that you never knew if it might come in handy.
"T-8 until you run out of oxygen. Might I suggest you hurry Special Agent?"
"Noted computer thank you." Wynter headed up to the next floor to grab some medical supplies. Well this place looks terrible she thought maneuvering her way through the rubble. She picked up a few first aid kits. Never too many of these. She grabbed two bottles of each of the medicine that was left, she'd know what to do with it in case of an emergency. She grabbed some blankets and the backboard. She secured all the stuff inside and to her pack before standing back up.
This takes a lot of energy out of you. But anything will take a lot of energy out of you if you can't breathe. She couldn't think of anything else she needed at the moment other than more weapons but that would come. She looked around the room one last time, thankful she was about to get out of here.
"T-5 until you run out of oxygen."
Wynter smiled and started to run for the exit. As she got to the door she realized it was already open enough for her to walk out. Hmm. She grabbed the machete and dropped her pack by the door within arms reach. She rolled under the door and brought up the machete into a fighting stance. She looked around and saw a few dead bodies but nothing living yet. She reached down and picked up her backpack securing it to her body once more.
She took a deep breathe of the fresh air, thankful her lungs weren't burning so badly anymore. She walked over to the first dead guy she saw, realizing someone had already probably looted him she took his computer instead. Attaching it to her other wrist she walked a little further. She walked over as she saw a skeleton attached to a tree.
Poor guy, you didn't have a good time out here did you. She pulled the arrow from the skull checking it to make sure it was still viable. She dropped her pack to put it in when the hairs on her neck stood up. She glanced over and saw a man. She'd been a little slow to figure out he was there, she'd blame that on being tired and laggy from cryosleep.
"Just breath," he said. Checking the air quality on his wrist comp. "The air is high-quality up here. I'll give you a second to catch your breath." When he thought they could answer the question, he introduced himself. "Dr. Matt McCollum," he said, "but you can call me Matt. I'm a physicist. And you?"
She secured her backpack once more, moving the machete where he couldn't see it.
"Special Agent Wynter Jordyn. I worked with the FBI, I was also a trauma paramedic, among other things. How long have you been up here?" She started walking towards him, not entirely trusting him to not attack her. She noticed he had a solar charger that he'd set up. This wasn't a good spot, not out in the open. They needed to find some better cover just in case. She was highly skilled enough to know that the arrow she'd pulled could come from over fourty feet away.
"This isn't really a good spot to start doing things. We need to move, you never know what's about to walk up or come shooting out of the trees."