7 am, and suddenly sirens went off in a small bunker just outside of the city walls. A woman jerked awake inside, growling softly as she slammed the small table beside her. It had a button on it, together with a small monitor mounted on the wall. As soon as the button was hit, the bunker returned to silence. Still with her eyes half-closed the woman looked at the monitor, flipping to a few different channels before sighing deeply. "Fucking dog...I swear he's doing it just to annoy me..." She grumbled, slowly standing up. "One of these days I'll catch that mutt...I wonder what dog tastes like." She muttered as she stood, deciding that it was way too early to put on proper clothes. Then again, she barely needed to dress herself anyway. Unless she went outside. Which barely happened these days. All her time was spent online. The matrix had gotten so much better now that 99.9% of all people couldn't access large parts of it any more. And the few that did get to the deep web were either vampire nutters, or the very rare person that didn't want to interact with others. She had tried to talk to them of course, but they always immediately logged off. So after a while she stopped trying to communicate with anyone, doing her own thing instead.

As the coffee machine did it's thing, the woman decided to spend some time tinkering with her motorcycle. A 2029 KTM. It was pretty run down, and there was a problem with the fuel intake at the moment. But it was her pet project, and in the past it had helped her get around quite well. Better than any car, at least, since road maintenance wasn't that much of a thing any more. Especially since hover bikes and cars had become a thing for people that could afford it. The lights turned on in the garage, followed by an old heater she had salvaged from the wasteland. There were three of them in the bunker, since the building's own heating system had broken down over a year ago. As great as this place was for doing business and keeping relatively out of sight of the officials, it wouldn't exactly be fit for living any more if left alone. Not like she had much of a choice though.

As the room warmed up, and the coffee got ready, the woman sat down at her work table and took out a maintenance kit she had put together herself. Her cybernetic left eye didn't require it, but her right arm did. Just some basic cleaning and oiling, but if she didn't do so she'd find herself without a usable right arm within half a year. Black market models always seemed to come with problems. Still, without her cybernetics she would have probably been dead long ago already. People in the city didn't understand. She wasn't crazy, like the nutters. Sure, the craving for human flesh was still there, but she had it under control. And it wasn't exactly like the city dwellers did anything useful with dead bodies. But instead, she had to illegally buy something to eat from a back door near the waste disposal facility. At least it could also be worse. "That shadow guy better show up with some cash today...I'm getting hungry." She muttered as she worked on cleaning her arm.