It’s clear that there must have been some sort of cyber attack.

That’s the only possibility of why all these separate systems have failed.

I can only hope that they will be able to reboot the system soon and send in the elites to fix everything.

Until then I need to survive, and in order to survive I am going to need better weapons than a pair of scissors.

Getting a gun wouldn’t be a problem, there are tons on them all around. The problem is that they are all biometrically locked. If I want a weapon that I can use I am either going to need to be transferred to security or find a weapon that has the biometrics disabled.

The first is very unlikely, the second… Well that is also unlikely but at least I have an idea of where to look.

Five floors below here is where the prison ends and the storage facility begins, at the very least they will have antique guns, or failed prototypes. There should also be food, and water down there. There should be very few hostiles on that floor as well since they are all kept on the prison floors.

Unfortunately I will need to get through five floors filled with hostiles.

‘What’s the plan?’

I think for a moment on the best route to get to the storage floors.

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‘The elevator shaft!’

If I can get the elevator doors open I should be able to get down the elevator shaft, I won’t even need to step foot on another prison floor.

But there is another knot in my plan, the elevator doors would undoubtedly be locked, clearance or no clearance, and there is no way in hell that I will be able to pry them open, at least not without power tools.

Then that leads right back to my original problem, all the power tools on base are similarly biometrically locked maintenance technicians.

I need to look at this from another angle.

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…

‘If there are…’

‘No…’

‘What about…’

Finally I come to the conclusion that I am going to need help on my endeavour no matter what.

If I can find a maintenance technician who is alive, they should be able to to use power tools to open the elevator door, or override the mechanism.

Similarly if I can find a guard then they might be able to blow up the door with a grenade or something.

I also toy with the slim possibility that I might be able to get a non-hostile alien to help…

‘Who am I kidding? I’ll eat my shoes if I ever meet an alien that doesn’t want to kill, maim or enslave me.’

Well no matter what, the first step of reaching salvation is leaving this room.

Here goes nothing.

I unlock the door and swing it open, I peer down the hall in both direction, ready to slam the door at a moments notice if I spot something amis.

The lighting is poor and dim, but my eyes have adjusted to the red light by now and I can make out my surroundings clearly. There is no sign of anyone or anything, at least nothing alive, the corpses are still there.

I begin to walk towards the armory and bunk rooms, that’s where my best chance at finding survivors will be.