Crimson and Kalyx's RPG

[Kalyx]

Entering the massive, concrete-encased structure; Psyri manuevers her SUV down the narrow, inclined, spiralled roadway. Like massive, underground skyscrapers, the shelters are complete with level upon level of parking areas, living quarters and nutrional facilities. Also, each and every level is structurally reinforced, artificially illuminated and totally self-sufficient; in the case that any adjacent level or section is damaged or destroyed.

Upon reaching Level 17, the ramp's shoulder lights shone green; signifying vacancy within that level. "Finally...an empty area!", Psyrixia excitely exclaims, as she pilots her Jeep to a far, unoccupied area of the floor's parking structure; screeching the vehicle to an abrupt halt.

Shoving the gear shift into Park, the dragoness shuts off her Cherokee's engine and flops lifelessly back nto her seat. *sigh* "Yea! We're here!"

"Yeah, but let's not rest just yet, Psyri." Kalyx replies, hastily unfastening his seat belt and addressing the others. "Let's unpack all this junk and grab ourselves a room...you know, before all the good ones are taken."