It was just another day. She was in a corner of the construction site looking through the disheveled mess of a tool she for the spare grinder wheels. She moved aside a bundle of rebar sticks, and wondered whether to go to Buck-A-Slice or the taco stall or somewhere slightly nicer for lunch... When her cheap augs flashed a loud warning.
INCURSION DETECTED -- PROCEED TO SHELTER IMMEDIATELY
-Fuck! Antithesis! And she's right on the far corner- At least this is the upper layer, most of the local shelters are decent.
Why is she STANDING HERE. Killer plants on the way! Move!
-Weapon? Weapon.
She hesitates one more moment, then grabs a sledgehammer lying against the wall and stumbles out of the tool shed, starting to run across the construction site.
Alarms start to blare, sounding over the city in unmistakable tones. She can see her coworkers abandoning the machinery and running for the entrance, towards shelter.
And then she hears shouting from the side. There's a deep concrete well next to the build site, old train tracks dug deep into the ground for some reason. Or maybe the city was built up on top and the tracks stayed where they were.
-Doesn't matter.