She woke up to find her containment unit had been breached, glass scattered around her like transparent rose petals, biting into her just enough that she realised it couldn't possibly be a dream. The faint breeze carried through the broken walls carried the distant scent of rotting meat which could only mean that the lowest levels had been compromised.
Sitting up, she started taking note of her surroundings, still keeping low enough that she'd be harder to spot from outside the unit. With her green uniform and hijab, she blended in fairly well with the towering plants all around her - originally meant to be a slight against her own lack of height but now her unlikely saviour.
When she was finally upright she noticed that some of the glass remained intact enough that someone had left her a message. Or rather, they'd left her a single word: "Survive" hastily scrawled in what appeared to be blood and fresh blood at that judging by the faint dripping noise coming from jut behind the broken wall.
The units were meant to keep them all safely behind three inches of bulletproof glass with enough plants inside to maintain a reasonable oxygen level while the rest of the base was sent into a vacuum state. It should have asphyxiated the worst of the lower levels - the ones most likely to harm a human. Seems that something didn't quite pan out with that though.
Before she had a chance to figure out what had gone wrong, she started seeing movement coming from the containers all around her. A few others appeared to be fine, dazed but otherwise moving normally. Most weren't moving in any way a human body should be able to and judging by the cracks and pops coming from their containers - they weren't in control any more.
Sitting up, she started taking note of her surroundings, still keeping low enough that she'd be harder to spot from outside the unit. With her green uniform and hijab, she blended in fairly well with the towering plants all around her - originally meant to be a slight against her own lack of height but now her unlikely saviour.
When she was finally upright she noticed that some of the glass remained intact enough that someone had left her a message. Or rather, they'd left her a single word: "Survive" hastily scrawled in what appeared to be blood and fresh blood at that judging by the faint dripping noise coming from jut behind the broken wall.
The units were meant to keep them all safely behind three inches of bulletproof glass with enough plants inside to maintain a reasonable oxygen level while the rest of the base was sent into a vacuum state. It should have asphyxiated the worst of the lower levels - the ones most likely to harm a human. Seems that something didn't quite pan out with that though.
Before she had a chance to figure out what had gone wrong, she started seeing movement coming from the containers all around her. A few others appeared to be fine, dazed but otherwise moving normally. Most weren't moving in any way a human body should be able to and judging by the cracks and pops coming from their containers - they weren't in control any more.
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