Free Necropolis by S. A. Lusher

that enveloped him.
    “ Just a pistol, otherwise the dorms are empty.”
    “ Well, better than nothing I guess. I'm done here at the power station, and I looked through what few hiding places there might be out here, so you can mark it off the list. I think I'll take a break from fixing things and help you with inventory.”
    “ That'd be nice.”
    They tackled the pair of supply sheds together. The first shed they didn't bother with, as it contained nothing but spare parts for the power plant. The second shed, however, they hunted through for medical supplies. Most of it was merely spare parts for the larger pieces of equipment, but they managed to piece together a trio of military-grade medical field kits.
    The third supply shed held nothing of any particular interest.
    “ Man, this place is pretty shit-outta-luck when it comes to supplies, huh?” Kyra murmured as they stowed the three kits in the security center.
    “ Yeah, sure seems like it.” Greg made a note on his infopad. “It's looking more and more like we're going to have to hit up those other outposts...it'll be a bit of a gamble. I mean, if a few more nights like last night happen...we'll be out of ammo, but then how much ammo would we risk if we go to another outpost and have a shootout?”
    “ Who dares, wins,” Kyra replied after a contemplative moment.
    “ That sounds familiar.”
    “ Old military saying...from the SAS originally, I think.”
    “ Well, you've got a point. Let's go check out the infirmary.”
    They spent another two hours straightening up and searching the infirmary building. They had to throw most of the medical supplies out, as they had been covered in potentially contaminated blood. By the end of it, they were somewhat satisfied with another trio of medical kits. They headed back for the main building.
    “Should we eat now?” Greg’s stomach growled.
    “ I want to finish this first, and then we can eat,” Kyra replied. As they hunted through the final structure, Cage informed them that he was coming down to help. The hunt went faster with his help. They saved the mess hall for last, managing to locate a pair of refrigerated moving crates.
    “ We should fill these with food and drink, in case we find a better place to live with other survivors or need to leave here fast,” Kyra suggested.
    They did just that, toiling in silence. Greg found it difficult to work around the food and not eat. When they were finally done, leaving the refrigerated crates plugged in, Kyra began to rummage around for food.
    “Why don't you two go and re-park the jeeps somewhere not as visible, like on the far side of the dormitories, and I'll make some food,” she suggested.
    Greg was too hungry to argue, so he just nodded and made for the exit. Cage followed in equal silence. They trudged out into the rain and moved the trio of jeeps. Greg was depressed by the low amount of ammunition the soldiers had on them when first going over their bodies, then their jeeps. It seemed as if they were in as desperate a situation as he, Kyra, and Cage were.
    And they had to go and be assholes...
    They parked the three jeeps, then made their way back inside. The sun was disappearing from the sky, twilight falling with the rain. By the time they made their way back to the mess hall, Kyra had the food made and set out.
    “I think we should scout out at least one of the other outposts tomorrow.” Greg paused to make this suggestion when he realized how fast he was eating.
    Kyra grinned at him. “There's a map in the local database. We can access it from the security center. We can see what's closest.”
    “I think it would be Polaris,” Cage said quietly.
    “ Polaris?” They both glanced over at him.
    “ It's a weather-based research center about five miles from here.”
    “ So be it then, we'll investigate Polaris tomorrow at dawn.”
    They continued eating.

Chapter 08
    – Polaris –
     
     
    When Greg woke the next morning, he felt better than he