<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://t09.deviantart.net/Od1nY6F4fobwWNJkVz7VC0lGbe4=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre08/8a17/th/pre/i/2009/337/e/5/sci_fi_environment_by_robertdbrown.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Monday 7th June, 2149</span><br/><br/>The heat from the summer sun sizzled on the edges of Base 6D2's walls. With the world in it's current state, the heat was nearly unbearable to be out in. Luckily, the science & medicine faction had created an antidote for such weather, ensuring that anyone who had to leave the base would be comfortable enough to do their job without dying. Well, without dying of heatstroke or dehydration. There were plenty of other things in the wasteland that would kill a person.<br/><br/>Food sources had began to get low again, which was normally the case when the temperature picked up. The farm that the base had created normally failed to keep most vegetables and food alive in the heat, there was never enough water to keep the plants and humans satisfied. Meals had gone down to once a day, unless you were a child or elderly, then you could have two. Of course, snacks were provided inbetween to keep members of the base as comfortable as they could possibly be.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Soldier Faction</span><dl class="codebox"><dt> | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://pp.vk.me/c618920/v618920826/1597a/0XKjp0mmYvw.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></dd></dl><br/>Finn stepped out of the shooting range and removed her helmet, taking a deep breath as she tried to ignore the hunger that grew in her stomach. She shouldn't have pushed herself so much in her training today, knowing that there was only one meal waiting for her today. She picked up her journal that she'd left on the side, writing down the date and everything she'd done so far that day. She liked to keep track, otherwise days felt long and weeks even longer.<br/><br/>The woman closed it shut before heading over to her locker and placing a thumb on the scanner. Number 5920 was hers and had been since she joined the soldier faction at 14. She was now 21 and still felt that this was her place. She placed her journal inside her locker and took out her actual guns. The ones they used in the target range were practice guns with small pellets the technicians made so they wouldn't waste actual bullets on a wooden target. She normally carried round a .45 caliber handgun in her leg holster and an AK-47 that she carried on her back. Unless she was on duty, if that was the case, she held it in her hands, ready for any threat.<br/><br/>A siren rang round the base. One beep. That meant lunch time - if that was the meal you wanted to have that day - which Finn had decided it was. She needed a hefty meal midday to be able to get through the rest of her duties afterwards. She pulled the hairband out of her hair, letting her short blonde waves fall down around her face. The 21-year-old put her helmet in her locker and slammed it shut before heading out towards the canteen.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Scavenger Faction</span><dl class="codebox"><dt> | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://img.ledanji.net/other/news/201401/10/news_20140110221013175410.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></dd></dl><br/>"Alright guys, that's a wrap!" The base leader called to his class, clapping his hands after the siren had finished it's beep. He walked around the tables of the classroom, looking over the kids work as he spoke. It was a class of age 14 and 15 year old's, all of which had been learning about the dangers of the wasteland. In front of them, they had pictures of each of the creatures and had to list the dangers and normal habitats of each one. Their workbooks were recycled from the previous years class, all answers rubbed out. It was the only way they could save resources whilst also giving the students the training they needed. "Please leave your sheets on my desk and if you wish to have lunch, head over to the canteen. If not, keep yourselves occupied until your next class, which I believe is combat training? Next session with me will be learning about what kinds of scrap the base can use and what they can't use!" He called out, watching as each kid hurried out of his classroom, trying to escape the boring hour they'd just had.<br/><br/>Xander felt the exact same, he'd much rather be teaching the fun stuff. Like fighting, climbing and all the rest. He knew that they had to learn about the world they were going to be working in before they could get to the fun bits of being a scavenger, though. Looking over at the clock he decided he would go for lunch, knowing his next couple of classes were going to be more vigorous.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Canteen</span><dl class="codebox"><dt> | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BgMwZ7QCQAEmibH.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></dd></dl><br/>It wasn't particularly busy in the canteen, most people saved themselves for dinner, which was understandable. It was mainly soldiers and scavengers at this time as they had overly physical jobs that needed plenty of energy to do. Though some others from each faction lingered on the tables as they ate a small snack. Finn waved to a few people she knew, a couple of the science members that she had taken out onto the wasteland for research purposes. Technicians she'd guarded whilst they tested out new machinery just outside the Bases walls. Most people knew her because of her brother, Xander, who was the Scavengers leader.<br/><br/>She grabbed a tray and queued up behind some archive students. They must have been only 15 or 16 and were giggling over something or other. When it was her turn, she ordered the jacket potato with some kind of meat and sauce. A carb-filled meal to get her through the rest of her duties. Once she'd scanned her thumb to confirm she'd had her meal for the day, she sat down at one of the long tables and tucked in. Taking a gulp of water to quench the thirst she'd worked up in the shooting range.<br/><br/>Finn was only on her own for a couple of minutes before she saw a tray get placed down opposite her and her brother taking a seat. "Got here early. Shirking your duties?" Xander teased, knowing his sister would never do anything of the sort.<br/><br/>The sister looked up at him, rolling her eyes and smiling. "Yes, infact I haven't done any work today." She muttered sarcastically, looking over the meal her brother had. It was some kind of casserole dish, though the portion looked smaller than usual. He'd managed to get a coffee with his meal - the perks of being a faction leader.