Lillow was a Braixen, owned by an employee at a nearby club.
Life was mundane during this time, with the loud music and constant visitors not helping her current situation. When she wasn't assisting her master who was a bartender, she had her own room in the back of the club. The room wasn't impressive, with little more than a bed, mini-fridge, and a tube TV with old bunny ear antennae. She does go outside the club about 3 times each week to pick up food and drinks, but everything outside was much less secure than inside the club. Sometime last year a rebel group started civil war against the rest of the country, sending everyone into a state of paranoia.
It was a monday evening, everything was the same as usual with the exception of the club being temporarily closed for "maintenance". Since nothing else was happening, Lillow decided to grab a soft drink from her fridge and she turned on the TV, making sure the antennae were in the right position to receive any kind of signal. The TV always tunes to channel 1 no matter what, with channel 1 happening to be the news station. As Lillow was about to change the channel, the news anchor started to speak…
"In recent news on the civil war raging in our own country, a high-ranking commander of the rebellion was recently killed in a firefight taking place at a rebel stronghold. This revelation could mean that we are now one step further to winning this war. This has been Channel 1 news, signing out"
For most people in the city, this was great news. But Lillow however, never cared much for the happenings around her, she only cared much for herself and her own well-being. The maintenance crew underground were being particularly noisy this hour, with loud whirring and metallic screeching. Just as Lillow had been fed up with this, the TV that was currently tuned to channel 44, a channel focusing on mostly nature, switched itself to channel one as if the government were overriding the broadcast. A man wearing a fancy black suit was on the screen…
"Hello people of this country, this is your president speaking. The rebellion has launched several nuclear warheads targeted at undisclosed locations. Please evacuate to the nearest fallout shelter. You have 15 minutes before the missiles explode. This is your president, saying goodbye to you all"
It was chaos.
Traffic jams, riots, and stampedes were rampant with everyone trying to reach the closest shelter. Lillow had been trained for this situation, so she did as her training taught her and went down below the club which leads to a subway tunnel. Running to where she was told she saw something that most will never see, a vault. This was the shelter, and soon after she arrived a huge line formed behind her. The men at the entrance gave her a jumpsuit and guided her to where she would be staying. The room was large with multiple pods that could fit a fully grown man, and she was prompted to enter one of the pods and wait. She hesitantly entered the pod as other people took their places in the pods. Just as everything went silent a huge rumbling came from above. The bombs hit. The doors on the pods suddenly closed, trapping everyone inside. The pods started to slowly freeze everyone in them, sending them into cryostasis.
After this, everything went blank.
