[04] Arctic Sector

[Alexander Trafford]

Of all the bunkers, in all the sectors, in all of Dante, he had walked into this one. He was sure that, at one point, the small fortress had been useful to someone, but it was useful no longer. There had been no supplies, no food, no nothing that would have served any real purpose. This was a shame, because he had really enjoyed the prospect of spending time in the forest. At some point, he noted, he would have to return to the evergreen woods. The opportunities that it provided were too good to pass up.

“God Damnit . . .” Alexander muttered to himself as he closed in on his new destination. His teeth were chattering with such force that he could hardly keep a cigarette tucked in his lips. At this point he fucking despised cold weather, but there had been no other location, to his knowledge, that housed the amount of supplies that were available in the arctic sector’s frozen bunker.

And so he trudged through the shin-high piles of snow with the tundra’s howling wind biting furiously against his numbed flesh. Flakes of snow and ice rocketed down against his body as if they were kamikaze. His clothes quickly became soaked and froze against his skin.

He was hungry. He was freezing. He was fucking miserable.

After what seemed like an eternity, he could see the bunker through the thick, opaque blackness of the arctic night. Had the barren cold not heightened his senses, he most likely would have either walked past the bunker, without noticing it, or collided with its stone walls. He had been lucky, then, that he had been marching in the right direction.

It was about time, he thought to himself, he was due for some good luck.

Pushing open the massive, metallic doorway, Trafford took a long step into the warm, isolated bunker. Throwing his arms out to the side, he allowed himself a mighty stretch, before lighting up a fresh cigarette and heading towards the kitchen.

“What the fuck!?” Alexander exclaimed as he turned the corner and entered the kitchen. Some woman was sitting at the table enjoying a meal, and her presence had startled him. As he screamed, he leapt backwards and nearly drove his head into the concrete wall. He had not seen one of the other competitor’s outside combat. He pulled his Desert Eagle from its holster and leveled it at the girl’s head.

But then he lowered it. He recognized this female from Mercy-Sei . . .

Alexander Trafford leaves the Forest Sector and enters the Arctic Sector, then enters the Arctic Sector bunker.