I was the 86th baby to be born in the Retreat. It’s funny that it’s called the Retreat. Insinuating this place is an escape to paradise, a trip to a ritzy, ever-sunny resort. The reality is the world finally nuked the shit out of each other, and the air’s set to be radioactive for the next 2 centuries. Until that fateful day comes, we have the Retreat. The Retreat is the last of humankind’s underground ecosystem. There are many levels, and even more exploratory tunnels going up, down, and everywhere in between. You can’t just go anywhere you please, however. The Federation of the Underground makes up the laws beneath the surface. And trust, FUG officers will always make sure you’re where you need to be… which is wherever they tell you to be.

Not everyone is quarantined to their respective pen 24/7. Some have special privileges based on their role in the Retreat. One of these roles is Digger. Diggers are responsible for maintaining the tunnels we have in place, and digging new tunnels. As such, they’ll need access to wherever their entry point is, whether it’s on the 4th or 64th level. I’m going to steal a Diggers card today, because I must get to the bottom of that horrible clanging noise is beneath my bedroom floor.