The Walkman was an odd device in a world full of technological advances so great that even the most profound scholars from fifty years ago could not anticipate. Once the Aregentian warriors and colonisers arrived on Earth, taking strongholds across the land, and spreading their word of the Makyr, of divinity, technology had taken a leap like never before seen in human history. It made technology such as the Walkman (which in and of itself was fading into obscurity before their new overlords' arrival) in the young woman's hand completely obsolete. Luckily, it was not too hard to operate the archaic technology and soon the sweet sound of heavy metal was blasting through the connected headphones as she started her daily clean.
Life was very simple, well definitely as simple and calm as one could get in the middle of a literal apocalypse from Hell. Wake up, then clean herself up, rationed breakfast. Maybe clean up a little and do some art; or if she was feeling more adventurous, explore. Today she was feeling rather adventurous, and pining for new supplies, but she had made quite the mess last night in fixing up her new passion project that should probably be cleaned up before she left the safety of her living areas. The rest of her base of operations wasn't actually particularly dangerous considering the state of the rest of the world either. Equalling the safety of any UAC base to be sure. She was almost completely safe inside – in what was probably the most safe and comfortable place left on Earth, aside from herself and her isolation, and the only downfall was the fact that she was completely and utterly surrounded by demons. Hordes of them. They swarmed the area above her underground base in droves, literally thousands of them: imps, cacodemons, spectres, marauders, you name them, they were there. And funnily enough – she was completely safe from them as long as she stayed inside. Even if they knew she was there, which she was pretty sure they didn't, they would have a pretty hard time getting to her and might not even bother. So there she was, finishing the last of her sweeping, small metal shavings finally making their way into the bin, surrounded by monsters from hell at all angles. And how she got there? Well that's quite the story...