Severance's cult base
Inside the basement beneath the hotel, the people had already lost the feeling of a refuge. It had only been days since the meteor shower, yet the civilians who were once ushered in with relief on their faces now stood in lines with stiff shoulders and hollow eyes.
The sound of boots thudding against the floor echoed constantly, mixing with the metallic click of rifles being adjusted and the low hum of the ventilation system that never seemed to rest. The drills were simple, but they never stopped. Hold your stance. Adjust your grip. Aim again. Reload. Move. Repeat. Over and over until their muscles burned and their thoughts dulled.
After that, they trained with close combat weapons.
