Fallen had been walking around for hours. His large shadow shown hard against the ground while the sun beat down on his back. He was looking for supplies. Eris sent him out in one direction and they were supposed to meet back at the small shack, that they were using, before sun down. From the looks of the position of his shadow it wasn't that far off and he hadn't found anything at all yet.
He gazed out over the horizon to see if there were any houses, barns or forts nearby that would be of any us in him finding supplies. The distance just held out the forms of distant rocks and burned trees.
"This is hopeless," he said out loud to himself as he wiped his hand across his face, pulling sweat from himself. "I haven't even seen a place in hours and I really don't think I am going too." Just as he said that he tripped on a rock at his feet and landed on the top of a sewer grate. He pushed himself up off the ground painfully and embarrassed. It's been quiet a long time since that has happened. He thought then looked down and realized what he was laying on top of now.
"Well," He said in a grunt as he stood and dusted his now scuffed up chest off, "Things like this don't happen every day!" He bent down and pulled the cap off the sewer entrance with a heave exerting much of his energy trying to get the thing unstuck from the ground. It took a couple hard tugs before it started to come loose, then it popped right up and out, with a large straining growl he lifted it up and to the side. Fallen peered down the hole into the soft darkness, as he looked he could see the faint orange light of a possible lantern or exit light from a door. He fastened his shotgun more securely before placing a booted foot on the first rung on the maintenance ladder and letting himself down the cramped hole. He made his way down one weary and careful step at a time, the rusted rungs of the ladder didn't look like they had much a shelf life left.
He got to the bottom and let himself down to the floor with a small thud from his boots that echoed quietly down the hallway. He could see to his left that there was a small access door with glowing lights and in the other direction it was dark. He decided to first go in the direction where the light was for safe measure. He took his shotgun from his back and made his way quickly but quietly to the door. He reached around the corner and to the door way to open the mechanical door down into the floor. He winched slightly at the noise of the metal scratching as the door lowered quickly into the ground beneath. He peered into the room, it was black except for the faint glow that the lights on either side of the doorway let in.
As he peered into the dark room he could see the faint glint of light off the side of a lantern on the table just inside the doorway. He took his time though making sure that there was nothing within before taking his moment to grabbed the lantern from within the eerily dark room. He made haste in pulling one of Eris's lighters from his pocket and lighting the wick of the lantern. It was not easy to light at first, the wick had been push far down inside and it took many turns of the ring on the side to get the wick up and into position, they he had to scrap the excess dirt and grim from it so the fire would take hold of the flammable material that was enshrouded underneath. Upon getting the lantern lit, the room glowed with a soft yellow-orange light, but the view wasn't spectacular. The skeletal figures of dead human's remains littered the floor, and desks toppled over, upon chairs. There was a bookshelf in the room that held many object from what he could see they were just books. He went over to the books and found an old burned book. He flipped it open to reveal that some pages weren't as badly burnt as most other books that he had recently found. This one seemed interesting, and filled with gorgeous pictures of flowers and landscapes that had been in the old world, long before the war.
This is going to have to wait for later though, I need to find a bag of some sort, He thought as he looked around the room and closing the book in his hands. He started to think that this was his lucky days as he looked down over the bodies, one had a sack and there seemed to be something within. "Lets see what you have hiding in there, buddy!" Fallen grinned as he walked over to the skeleton and taking the sack from its hands, breaking off the arms. They fell to the floor with an all to familiar sound. The sound was much like dropping a heavy stick to ground. He pushed aside the noise and opened the bag to find miscellaneous piece of scrap metal. He frowned slightly then paused. At least Eris CAN find a use from some of this junk. Heck, even if she can't its not like we can't sell it to someone who can use it.
He turned around back to the bookshelf and continued rummaging between books and in small wooden crates. He found a stimpak and some dirty water, It's really better than nothing at all. He thought to himself. It seemed that his luck had run out in this room at least. He said now looking over the rest of the room and down at an old broken computer. He could feel the weight of the book that he had found in the bag. He loved books, especially ones with pictures of life from before, it always made him hope that something better would come in the future and perhaps, being a ghoul, he would live long enough to see it happen. He decided that is was enough for this one room, and grabbed the lantern from the shelf where he had set it and made his way down the narrow hall, all he could he was the shuffling of his own footstep reaching out into the darkness.
