WTF?
Where: Lark
The alarms started momentarily before the banging. One was shocking enough, but the thuds on the outside of his pod seemed to shake the very structure. Maybe it didn't seem that way from the outside, but inside had him worrying about the very structural integrity of the pod.
Dean was awake, dressed and down the stairs in a moment, communication device strapped to his wrist and already trying to find a way to mass dial everyone who lived in the neighbourhood. He knew the 'bots weren't programmed to do this, something must have gone wrong. "Fuck, don't know if this will work," he swore under his breath, then loudly said, "Time to get up folks, if the banging and the alarms didn't clue you in. Not got the first bloody clue what's going on, but some help would be appreciated cos apparently I'm under attack."