Ashe/Dust’s Apt.
– Fridge (Oh … oh god … THE SMELLS …)
– Sink (You know, for water & stuff.)
– Trash Compactor (It’s alive … IT’S ALIVE !!!)
– “Closet” (One pile is clean, one pile is dirty, one pile is rotting …)
– Desk (Workstation #9. #9. #9 … #9. Revolution?!? I’m sorry. Will you forgive me? (Mm. Yes.) You little bitch.)
– Bed (You sleep here.)
– Records (Please … don’t remind me … literally every last one melted when the pulse went out. This is just a relic of my pain. (Ed.: Heat must’ve been somewhere around 220+F.))
– Screens (…)
– Console (…) (This is where you access the quarantine intranet. All normal internet service has been disrupted.)
– Vintage Stereo (Basically useless since your media is ruined.)
– Shelf (There’s cool knick knacks & shit here.)
– Grumble (Jeff!)