<span class="bbc_u"><strong>CryoPod #321124 Level L Section 5 – “Dante.”</strong></span>[/b]<br/><br/><em>”…FUCK OFF ME.”</em>The words came out of his mouth before his eyes opened; moving his hand it touched something solid and cold. His eyelids fluttered open, everything was blurry: it took a few seconds for him to see properly.<br/><br/><strong>CYROPOD NUMBER 321124 OPEN</strong>The computer voice spoke as the door opened slowly.<br/><br/>Pushing the door forward his muscles aching as he took his first step out of the pod. Something cold touched his chest as he moved; looking down it was a small piece of metal on a chain around his neck. Looking at it, it had one word etched into the cold, hard surface.<em>“Dante.”</em>he said reading it slowly, frowning slightly it was a word, but one that made sense.  His hand went to his black hair pushing it back slowly, looking round the room there were several other pods, all broken and open.<br/>