"What the hell happened?!" Asked the supervisor loudly.
"We were ambushed by the pack of nosaleses near the high school. Igor is dead."
"Damn. Take him to the hospital immediately. Lock the door."
Loud buzzer sounds and large beams slide from the door into the walls with a thump.
"Door locked."
Carsten followed the guards, listening any clues what happened exactly, his curiosity god best of him and he asked.
"Hey, what happened?"
"One of the nosaleses got him by the leg and almost dragged him to their cave, other one who died was bitten into the neck. He didn't suffer long. Help us carry."
"Yeah, sure."
They made it to the dark part of the cable tunnels, dodging under some cables until making it to the passage to the old tram repair station. The passage is lit by cold fluorescent lights that slightly flicker. One of the guards open the large blast door and let them in.
The room is brightly lit by current standard, there's several beds separated by makeshift wood and plastic film walls lit by short fluorescent lights dangling on the walls. Doctor walks quickly to them and leads the injured to the operation room.
"We can handle the rest, thanks for help, Carsten."
"No problem."
He turned back and walked out of the hospital into the administration and from there into old workshop that is now a survivors camp with roughly built rooms, a diner and merchandise stalls, where people offer their goods like food, ammo, weapons and gas mask filters. Filters are used to go to the surface as the some places are still so radioactive that it boils water.
"Good morning. So you're finally awake, Sebastian." Sebastian turns around.
"Good morning to you too, Carsten. You're awaken early today."
"I couldn't sleep properly for some reason tonight. I haven't smoked for a year now."
"Good reason to give up smoking."
"Yeah."
They walk into the diner and pick up their breakfast. It's not the best but they got used to it.
"Rat meat and mushrooms. Ever wondered that we going to eat that stuff back then." Said Carsten thoughtfully.
"Of course not." Sebastian took a large bite of the well cooked soup with his spoon. "I would have starved before I would go near it."
"Yeah. War changes everything."
"Tell me about it. It has been two years before I had new boots."
" I told you to get those workboots from the last month loot."
"There wasn't my size ones."
"Oh well. Can't help about it. I had mine and these are great. They told that it will last for years."
"Good morning."
"Good morning, Oliver." Sebastian looks at Oliver who sit next to them onto the long stool and Carsten starts to eat.
"Our trip to surface has been postponed. There was too high activity on the surface during last night, they fear that something is going on and need to investigate it. So how the soup tastes."
"Needs more salt. Otherwise it's not that bad actually." Carsten says after swallowing.
"We got a new cook from north district with five other survivors last week and this is his first day job."
"Cool. He did well compared to the last one."
Oliver laughs. "Yeah. That guy was a plumber."
Children run past and start to chase each other between the tables, laughing and giggling. Andrey is drunk again and vomits into the garbage bin.
"For fuck sake, go home to sleep Andrey. I told you two hours ago that." Japanese barkeeper yells at the drunken guy, who babbles something in russian and totters behind the maze of the walls.
Sebastian finishes his meal and watches Carsten eat his. He looked at him and asked.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just staring."
"Then don't stare please."
Sebastian turns around, yawns and takes his stainless steel bowl and spoon to the "dirty dishes" stand.
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