Zone D -- The Foam

[Deadpool]

A short stairwell led into the small room. The only source of light came from a fixture dangling from the ceiling. It flickered as it rocked back and forth, splashing sunset orange over the walls; they were scaled with curls of led paint, exposing the bare metal underneath. A loveseat couch stretched across the width of the room, and in front of it a modern table sat. Two electrical outlets jutted up from its face in opposite directions, each with a lone terminal.

”Jeez, I've seen prison cells larger than this. The Arkham Insane Asylum cells are definitely larger than this . . . not like I'd know.”

The sound of the mercenary's boots clapping the concrete floor reverberated in the bunker as he went to sit down. He whipped his backpack around and unloaded it onto the table. The usual DA resources fell out—rations, fire materials, water pouch. Then a wet rectangle landed face-flat onto the table.

Deadpool smiled. ”A free iKarl?! This year's DA is awesome!”

He flipped the tablet over. Water covered the screen like a thin layer of grease, but he wiped it as well as he could and tried to turn it on. Initially, it was irresponsive; then after a moment a strong light struck the screen, illuminating the entire bunker in pale blue. The silhouette of a well-dressed Karl loaded the system up until the shittiest version of Windows Deadpool had ever witnessed welcomed him to the home screen.

8-bit app icons filled the screen. Most of them looked exotic—a dating icon, quick-shop for dildos—, but the mercenary recognized one of the icons as a map. He touched it. A hand-drawn map popped up; it looked like it was drawn by four-year-old, who was missing his or her thumb, index, and middle fingers. A blue dot pulsed near the bottom of the map. Deadpool presumed he was the blue dot.

”All right, so I'm in-between D13, 14, 15, and 18.” His eyes rolled upward to Zone C; circles enveloped circles, cut into uneven sub-zones. ”Okay, this must be where the city I saw is, and where I wanna go. That way I can get some fresh narration for damn sake.”

NEW ITEM DROPS, flashed at the top of the screen, inside of a black bubble. Multiple red dots scattered across the map. They blinked rapidly. One dot was extremely close; it rode the hip of his blue dot as if to conjoin into a rainbow venn diagram.

”Damn that's like right next door. I should probably go get it. Yeah, I think I will.”

The mercenary turned the tablet off and slid it back into his backpack, along with everything else he dumped out of it. Then he left the bunker.

Safehouse > D13