Tag: HabBlockY56

  • Day 375, Hab block Y56

    Day 375, Hab block Y56

    Everyone is rushing down streets, alleys and corridors. Eventually there’s a visible enemy. All the frustration of the last months now has something to project on. Everyone wants to be part of it, everyone wants to release their tension. Blasting, running, shouting, almost screaming in rage. There’s only one goal for today. Finish off this tomb. Finish them off.

    +++ MSG >>> incoming >>> 381HQ >>> connection reestablished >>> all units scattered >>> setting rally point %73312.22 >> chk2234 <<< EOM

  • Day 374, Hab block Y56

    Day 374, Hab block Y56

    Coms went down. The signals are disrupted. Strong electrical waves vibrate in all vox boxes. Dispatch riders are now rushing down the streets to keep the operation running.

    Instructions told us to rush to those coordinates. And yet we must have taken a wrong turn. There seem to be some tunnels quite intact. Even electricity is running. We saw middle class hive citizens chatting with each other. Completely ignoring us passing by.

  • Day 321, Hab Block District

    Day 321, Hab Block District

    We are still going deeper into the habitats. Heretics was the word a comrade was using. We did have occasional encounters in the last days. But nothing severe. Apart from the voices in the air. And the snarls in the sewers. In the resting hours we try to sleep. My #lhostick pack is empty. We continue, two by two, sweeping each single floor of each single complex. Command can’t tell us where to search.

  • Day 274, Hab Block District

    Day 274, Hab Block District

    We enter the apartment district. The decay is the herald of the imminent danger to come. And we are not the first to see the inner life of the abandoned apartments. Disturbing signs mark the walls like scars. Some seem irritatingly liquid, like if the walls were bleeding. In M Squad they had to drag out a comrade.
    We make camp, as good as it gets, smoking a lhostick, drinking something mind-clearing.
    Tonight I won’t write a letter to you, my love, as the 381st was assigned two new Commissars.