A Soft Bunker Dweller

It happened slowly, first you heard an air hiss, seemingly distant. You felt a bitter chill against your body, a thin layer of constrictive fabric the only thing protecting your body from it. It was like waking up from a long nap, your muscles felt sore....you really didn't want to wake up, let alone open your eyes.

Vague patchy memories began floating back to you. You could faintly recall a few things...blaring sirens....waking up normally.....news reports of WWIII on the horizon....getting escorted into a bunker. Your memories felt out of order, but were slowly aligning.

Your eyes opened and suddenly you sat up with a start, a tense feeling overtaking you. It was that feeling you got when you woke up and realized that yesterday wasn't a bad dream. Your mounting dread was only confirmed as you looked around.

With a mechanical creaking, your confinement opened up, letting out a rush of cold air and revealing a line of metallic human-sized tubes overlaid with iced over glass. There was no way of telling which tubes contained people, or if the people inside had survived.

Raising a hand up, you see you're wearing some sort of skintight jumpsuit, blue in color with a black line running down one half, as well as a forgotten corporate logo on the left breast. You take a step forward, only to stumble. Muscles screaming from lack of use, you tumbled forward and hit the floor. Behind you, an automated electronic voice spoke up.

"Subject: John awoken from Cryostasis. Time spent in Cryostasis: 120 years. Current External Radiation Levels: Safe." The voice said in a crisp female monotone voice. There was some static, then a few seconds passed before the voice annoyingly repeated the message.

That confirmed it. The entire country, perhaps the entire world had been nuked, and you had survived in the safety of a bunker. The rest of your memory was a little patchy still, but maybe that was for the best. You weren't suddenly overcome with crippling sadness or depression at the loss of family and friends this way. Instead, you felt a longing curiosity. There could be so much more to this bunker and there was the outside world beyond. You now had a decision to make, one that wasn't colored by any knowledge of the bunker's darker purposes or how a perfectly preserved boi from the distant past might be received in the wasteland.