The surroundings are a forest, with tall old pine trees dotted just sparsely enough around that ferns and small shrubs can also thrive. It seems like one should be able to see beyond the trees, but a thick fog prevents that. Faintly, water can be heard lapping at a shore. It doesn't seem like there's much to explore, outside. Of note, however, is a thick metal plate set into a rocky outcropping, fitted with a heavy steel door, currently wide open and inviting- as inviting as a set of dark steps into an even darker hole gets, anyway.
Inside, the door slings itself shut, the loud sound echoing down a narrow hallway lined with tools, industrial shelves and small construction materials- primarily metal pipes- as though this bunker is still a work in progress, or perhaps being upgraded. Several doors split off from the main hallway, leading to various rooms. The whole place is about as inviting as one might expect of a nuclear bunker. Fluorescent lights overhead fail to completely illuminate the place, leaving dark corners and deep shadows.
At the end of the hallway, an older male's voice can be heard frantically demanding for someone to answer him, and swearing intermittently. Rounding the corner, one might see an older, bald man with glasses and a camo jacket with his back to the door. Alternatively, the voice may fade away just before getting there, leaving a CB radio crackling fruitlessly in the far corner.
Alternatively, one may wake up on the cold cement floor, wrists zip-tied together around the leg of a spartan metal bedframe.
Either way, Rook isn't far, sitting in one of the rooms with his knees drawn to his chest and back firmly planted against the cinderblock wall. He looks disheveled and haggard, like he hasn't slept in days, and he'll give anyone who approaches a wordless, exhausted stare.
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o2.
Rook takes his job seriously. It gives him something to do, for one, and two, it gives him a vague sense of normalcy. It reminds him of cleaning at home, in what feels like another lifetime, of cleaning while in the academy. It's not the most pleasant work, but he doesn't mind it.
So whether it's emptying trash, mopping floors, or cleaning toilets, Rook can be found hard at work.
o3.
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David Rook
o2.
o3.