Apocalypse Shelter Administrator

Operation Commences

For the first time since the infection crisis, the tightly sealed door creaked open, and I slipped through.

[Follow the route displayed on your PDA.]

Artemis’s voice echoed through the communication device in my ear.

I now stood in the central facility area plaza—the same place I had observed from the control room balcony. Despite its name, “plaza” was a stretch. There were no fountains, benches, or grassy fields for idyllic picnics. As "facility area" suggests, it resembled more of a grim industrial complex, where materials and supplies were stored, assembled, and repaired.

Using the forklifts and trucks scattered about as cover, I maneuvered towards my first destination: the repair facility. I spotted movement in the distance. Their numbers were small, and they hadn’t noticed me yet. The emergency lockdown back then occurred late at night right after the infection, leaving only a few unfortunate night shift workers around.

The first thing I approached upon entering the repair facility was the fire alarm relay box.

“Artemis.”

[I’m listening.]