He walks over to the door's control panel. The paint is flaking off revealing the rust underneath. Jack attempts to press a couple buttons - but they get stuck and nothing happens. A couple expletives and banging - on the panel later, he turns back to the inside of the bunker looking - for tools, contemplating the tradeoff between waking up a couple years - too soon and getting slowly poisoned by the air, and being locked inside - a bunker due to a bunch of apparent troglodytes unable to close a door - properly... Doesn't matter, too late now. + but they get stuck and nothing happens. A bunch of expletives and some + banging on the panel later, he turns back to the inside of the bunker, + looking for tools, contemplating the tradeoff between waking up a couple + years too soon and getting slowly poisoned by the air, and being locked + inside a bunker due to a bunch of apparent troglodytes unable to close a + door properly... Doesn't matter, too late now.
As he passes each of the presevation chambers, he looks into them. Empty, @@ -74,35 +74,34 @@ improvise.
- He returns to the kitchen area and rummages through the drawers to find + Jack returns to the kitchen area and rummages through the drawers to find anything useful. He grabs a fork. Works as a screwdriver, I guess... He proceeds to jam the handle into a screw on one of the kitchen cabinets to see if it will turn. It does – barely. Using a slightly rusty knife sharpener sharpening rod? he begins the long and arduous process of making the fork handle more suitable as a screwdriver, - grinding its end over it over and over and over. He does this for a long - time. Over and over and over. His fingers start to go sore and he stops - to inspect his work. Meh, could work. - He tests it on the kitchen cabinet again. + grinding the end over the sharpener over and over and over. After a + while, he stops to inspect his work. Meh, + could work. He tests it on the kitchen cabinet again.
- His newly gained screwdriver in hand, he walks back to the control panel + His newly gained screwdriver in hand, Jack walks back to the control panel for the door and unscrews it. After a bit of fiddling, the panel lifts out of the niche in the wall, pulling cables out of the box under it. - Holding the fork by the handle, he bends the - middle? inner? prongs out of the way and attempts to bridge the - control panel's switches using the outer prongs. Nothing happens. - Of couse it wasn't gonna be that easy. + He grabs the fork by the handle and bends the + middle? inner? prongs out of the way to bridge the control + panel's switches using the outer prongs. Nothing happens. + Of course it wasn't gonna be that easy. He starts to dig into the wires, attempting to find the fault, but - realizes after a while that the wiring is more complex than expected + realizes after a moment that the wiring is more complex than expected and he has no idea what he's doing. Let's get the manual for this thing... He probably wouldn't say it like that while talking to himself.
- Jack returns to the desk with the terminal and flips the switch on the + Jack walks over to the desk with the terminal and flips the switch on the desk lamp. It flickers for a moment before turning off again. He flips the switch back and leans over the terminal to turn it on – Bonk! At least this seems to work. While waiting for the picture tube to