Wraiths story - I deleted the two additional threads:
The man woke up in a darkened hallway sitting on his ass back against the wall. He hurt all over. He tries to stand once but the combat armor he's wearing is just to heavy for him. After a few seconds he tries again and with help from the wall he is able to stand on his own until the dizziness hits him. After a moment it pass's and he begins to walk down the hallway towards the light, stumbling once because somethings wrong with his left foot. As he get's closer to the light there's a snap and hiss as a pressurized door opens to your right. A dirty light flickers on and off randomly in this new hallway. Trash litters the floor and a teddy bear sits on the floor leaning against the wall with it's left foot nearly torn off. After a few seconds the smell of death comes from this new hallway and wraps around you like a long lost lover. There are four open doors down this way. He turns away to face the bright light and start walking again but he hare's something. At first he think it's his imagination then he hears it again. Like whispering. Whispering in a female voice. The whispering get's louder and and can hear her whispering his name. The whispers turn into her softly calling his name. Suddenly a name enters his mind and he can't help but ask “Hanna...?” He enter's the new hallway sweeping his Chadran Arms City Reaper SMG left to right checking the other door ways. They happen to be dormitory style bedrooms that have not been used in a very long time. Trash litters the floor and the walls show of years of no upkeep. Once you get up to the flickering light you see a hallway going to your right. You start walking towards the hallway and stop as you notice movement. The female voice softly calls your name in a questioning manner. A woman steps out of the darkened hallway and a rush of emotions fill him. Love, heartbreak, sorrow, hope all fight for dominance inside you. She smiles and say's “Welcome home, we've missed you.” and the lights flicker off. When they flicker back on the the beautiful woman is gone and standing in her place is a skinless corpse standing directly in front of him and reach's out for him and embrace's him. Her bloody cheek press's against his and he can feel her hot breath on his ear and neck. “Welcome home, the children have missed you.” and lights in the darkened doorway light up allowing you to see several misshapen bodies, bodies from his worst nightmare come stumbling towards him from on the other side of the open doorway. The woman disengages from the embrace and gives a bright smile “Children, come welcome your father home.” and with that the misshapen bodies begin to move faster towards him and he screams....
…. waking up and smashing his already aching forehead into something about 2 feet above his head. Something wet lands on his cheek the cheek that woman touched. After a second you feel something fall on that same cheek and then he notices the sound hitting the roof of whatever he was in. The sound of rain hitting cement came from outside and a slight rumble of thunder in the distance. Feeling around he discovered that he was in a metallic box roughly 4 feet in length and 4 feet wide. Three sides were metal and behind him was some kind of cushioning that refused to move. Laying on his side he realized that he barely had room to roll over on his back. Doing so caused him a lot of pain as his back, chest and neck felt like they suddenly exploded. In the spasm of pain his legs shot out and kicked the metal wall. As it bowed out slightly he recoiled again as his left ankle flared up in pain. After a minute or two the pain receded. While waiting for the pain to subside he activated his cyber eyes. Low light showed very weak pin points of light streaming in from different points in his box. Slowly the man looked around and turned his head. To his left where the cushioning was he could make out thin bands of metal going from side to side like a winding road. The man slowly turn onto his left side so not to cause himself any more pain. Once comfortable he reached out with his hands to feel the cushioning and metal bands. He noticed that this time the cushioning was wet. Gritting his teeth, he pushed on the cushioning a few centimeters out until it stopped. He gritted again and pushed harder thanking the makers of his advanced muscle and bone lacing as the top of the cushioning gave way and folded out and down. The flare comp option in his cyber eye's kicked in and the low light option turned off at the sudden appearance of light. He blinked a couple of times before peering out of opening. The back side of a drivers seat greeted him. As he crawled slowly he heard something metallic move down by his feet. He ducked back in his hole and slowly turned over and engaged his low light vision and notice a heavy pistol down by his feet. He tried to bend down and reach for the weapon but the pain in his chest and abdomen stopped him. Breathing hard and holding his breath he reached again pain igniting and he felt the butt of the weapon as he moved it away from himself and then he jerked forward and reached the weapon pulling it towards him. Bringing the weapon to his chest he breathed through clenched teeth until once again the pain receded. With eye's closed, he tried to remember how he ended up in this situation but nothing came. With effort he called up a menu in his times square marquee + and ran down his cybercafe listing and saw that all was functioning normally. He focused on the Wet Drive Link option and tried to access an data that was within but found out it was empty. With a sigh he slowly rolled over to face the cushions and began to fold down the back of the passengers side back seat and slowly crawled out into the backseat. Laying on his back and staring up he noticed that the vehicle was striped down on the inside and was missing the front passengers seat. Rain was coming in through the missing windows. The man slowly reached for the door handle which was missing and again sighed and reached for the open window and pulled himself up with a grunt. Turning over, he fitted himself through the missing window and crawled out. He landed on the wet cement with grunt and could see spots in his vision and the sudden pain nearly knocked him unconscious. Breathing heavily the stared up into a dark over caste sky as the rain fell on him. Once the pain passed, he eased himself up and slid around to rest his back on the car door. In front of him about five feet away from him was slightly overgrown brown grass and weeds sprouted. This went on for about six feet then ducked down and rose again a few away and went slightly up hill where a thin woods began. He stood up slowly and looked down the road in confusion. He currently was standing in the outside lane of a four lane highway. Abandoned and striped vehicles littered the road on both sides of the highway behind the car he he had climbed out of. Some were on their sides, some flipped completely over. In front of the car were more vehicles all the same shape and a couple of miles down the road stood a wall. The height of the wall wasn't what amazed him but the monumental building going on miles behind it. Going several hundreds of feet into the air it penetrated the low hanging clouds and was nearly incalculable to determine it's width. From what he could see the structure was was dome like. In several places there was like indents or openings into the structure and in other places there was outcroppings. A word, a name formed in his mind unbidden and he mumbled “Arcology...”