On the surface, calm, quiet, normal, for miles in any direction.
Except down.
Of course, one had to be 100 feet below the surface. And in actuality the calm and the silence were just the same down here. But this room was anything but normal, for in the center stood a cylindrical tube, almost reaching to the ceiling, and wide enough to accommodate an average human being. However, that wasn't what it was holding.
For one, the subject inside was more petite than average, as the build of a 15-year old girl is expected to be. And she was in a state that appeared to be sleep, but was more close to preservation. Though she appeared to be in a state of peace, the condition of the room surrounding her suggested otherwise. The room had been crumbled around her, but the way that the piles of rubble had completely avoided her chamber hinted that this destruction had been deliberate, and not an accident. It was as though the room had been destroyed for her, to prevent anyone else from bringing harm to her otherwise.
There was one factor that her destroyer/savior had not counted on: time. From the thickness of the layers of dust on the rubble, it would seem this room had accumulated much of it. And as hard as one may try, there comes a point where time stops for no one.
The piece of rock that had crumbled from the ceiling seemed a speck in comparison to the ones that were scattered about, but its own importance dwarfed the others.
The piece of stone fell directly on the control panel that stood before the chamber, cracking though the state of the art interface. A flash of electricity sparked, but that last protest proved to be too much on the system, and the panel shorted out. The bindings that held the girl upright had lost their grip, causing the girl to slump to the ground just as the chamber door slid open. Hydrogen sulfide spilled into the room, and oxygen had made its way into where it had been absent for so long. When just enough of it had replaced itself in the small girl's lungs, her eyes flew open.
Celci was awake.
But her awakening wasn't the groggy, confusing type. She knew exactly where she was, and what had happened to lead up to her being here, thanks to her memories being strengthened with help. There was never a day she regretted befriending a person with strong psychic abilities. But there was still the important matter of how. How was she going to get out of here?
She stood up and surveyed the room, and a short moment of panic seized her when it appeared that the room was sealed off. But she closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down, knowing the last words said to her meant that there had to be some way out.
Live. Far from here and now, live again. Live, and it'll be as if he never took anything from you.
She opened her eyes, and with a newfound clarity she saw an insignia she could trust, chalked on the ground in ash, leading her to a pile of rubble. It appeared to look like all the others, but when she cleared away a light layer of rock, it was shown to actually be densely packed wood. This looked just as much of an obstacle as the rock, but instead she smirked and stretched her fingers. With just one hand, she produced a small spark and tossed it at the wood.
The flames consumed it in an instant, and continued to burn forward revealing a tunnel, designed so that she would be the only one to find and traverse it. She easily created a second spark to light her way down.
At the end of the tunnel when sunlight harshly filled her senses. The tunnel had led to an alley, in what appeared to be a deserted part of town. She let out a sigh of relief at this as she crouched against a building exterior. She needed a moment to breath, and a moment to plan.
So, step one: figure out what year this is, and
step two: figure out what the hell to do after that