*Beep*
"..."
*Beep*
"...?"
"Hibernati-ti-tion sequence ended. Beginning reawakening s-s-sequence..."
The sound of a hiss echoed through the room as the coffin-like hibernation pod opened, venting gases throughout. Inside was a man, no younger than his 20s. He had short, brown hair, and was dressed in a patient's gown with no footwear.
He struggled to push himself up, eventually sitting up straight. The pod's cover was slid back allowing it. The man looked about the room. It appeared old, slightly dirty, and used. The walls, which seemed to have once looked metallic and shiny, now had been covered by a significant amount of rust and dirt. The floor, which also appeared to have looked similarly metallic, but this time in blue, were covered in the same. The ceiling shared the state of the previous two.
"Oooohhh...where...am I?"
The thought crossed his mind as he moved his body to get off the pod. He analyzed it. The interior was spotless, the "bed" portion and inside of the cover. The exterior was dirty and slightly rusted, the screen of the monitor slightly cracked, but still usable.
He felt the dirt on his feet. "Ugh. This is gross..." he thought as he accustomed himself to the feeling. The monitor displayed incomprehensible amounts of information as he tried to check for his name. After fumbling through the options presented (Luckily it was in...English? "Was that name of the...language?", he thought.) it displayed what he assumed was his name:
[RIVEN KIROUNIAM]
[OCCUPATION DA* [(* ,]
[&,IT DATE: APRIL #!,:;) 65]
[NATIONA`/,'*&98-]
"Riven..." he read it softly. It sounded familiar, but at the same time, strange. He couldn't remember much of anything before waking up in the pod. None of that mattered now. What mattered was finding some shoes and learning about where the hell he was. He looked around and saw several other similar pods, but they were all either broken or damaged and in much worse shape than his. There was a door. I tseemed like the kind of automatic sliding door you'd see in a sci-fi movie. However, it was stuck half-open, big enough for a man to fit through.
And of course, there was a man who needed to fit through.
Riven looked for anything useful about. The room only contained the previously mentioned, so he decided to move on. He squeezed himself through the gap into the hallway outside. Like the room, it was also dirty and desolate, but it looked like something had burned through it. The walls, floor and ceiling all looked slightly darkened, but they still kept some tint of blue as it was illuminated faintly by a few emergency lights that still somehow functioned. The corridor to the left was blocked by a heap of junk and some rubble. The junk looked as if it was put there as a barricade, well before the rubble was added from the collapsed roof.
Riven took the passage to the right, passing some doors that were jammed, indicated by the broken monitors displaying a red light. He eventually came across an open room. He stepped inside to find that it was a medical room, judging from the faded red cross on the wall.
"Maybe there's something useful here..." he thought as he started searching the room.
The medical beds which were once a pristine white had now been covered with dirt and grime. Riven rummaged through some lockers, finding a medical bag he could use as a sling bag and some old faded-brown loafers.
"Ah, finally..." he said as he sat on one of the beds to fit the shoes. They were slightly big, but of course, shoes are shoes.
Riven started to walk out when his foot nudged something. He looked down to see an old pair of black glasses. He picked it up to examine it. The lenses were cracked and on one of the arms was an outline of a logo that resembled a sidewards olive wreath and what looked like a crescent.