Callisto emerged into the Morlocks tunnels, un-melted snowflakes rested on her shoulders as she closed the hatch and leapt to the ground. She landed with a thud and removed her hood too reveal her hair scraped back into a severe ponytail. Her lips were quivering from the cold; she was not prepared for the harsh weather. Her clothes were only really suitable for summer seasons. She glanced around the empty tunnels and dropped a huge rucksack of tinned foods and medical supplies. There had been too many nights where the younger Morlocks went too sleep hungry sometimes going for days before eating.

This was one of her first points to combat; Callisto may not have great social skill but she knew what the Morlocks needed, even if they didn’t know it yet themselves. She removed the hoodie and tossed it on top of the bag. She wore a low-cut faded white vest that showed her tattoo off. This was the only place she would comfortably show her tattoo in the tunnels where nobody would judge her. Callisto grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder and began to walk to the junction where the Morlocks normally waited.

The Junction was abnormally quiet even for Callisto her advanced hearing allowed her to tell that only one of the Morlocks was awake only she couldn’t tell which of them. She had forgotten how early it was when she awoke; and the lack of sunlight didn’t help matters. There was a constant dripping that was somewhat soothing too Callisto it was homely.

She began to unload her bag onto shelves she had constructed the night before, it kept the rats away from the food supplies but there was nothing she could do to stop the cockroaches from climbing over the packaging. It was as she was placing the bandages onto the shelf she heard footsteps in the distance, one of the Morlocks was stirring.

It was only six in the morning. He didn't really need to be awake. Not that he really ever had a busy schedule. Living underground was pretty good for staying unoccupied, and he more or less had the freedom to do whatever it was that needed to be done when he wanted to, as most of his duties were for himself. Although lately things had started to get more organized, with Callisto's new leadership after three weeks of Berzerker's absence.

It had only been a week since she had stepped up to the role. Drought was still uncertain if it was for the best-- Berzerker, as protective as he was of the underground, had a temper, and there would be significant tension upon his return. Not to mention the fact that, despite his respect and admiration for both, Drought felt he should at least side with Berzerker should such a need ever arise, since it had been the man that had brought him underground. Then again, he found Callisto a good leader as well, so far. As if he didn't have enough trouble making decisions as it were. Fortunately, a lot of the other Morlocks were unsure as well (though, like Drought, most were fine with at least temporary leadership from Callisto), so the young teen had no deep concerns of the need to make a decision at the present.

Speaking of the present. Was someone outside? Well, not 'outside', but outside the tunnel he was in at the moment. In the main tunnel. But who? The waking hours of many of the Morlocks varied too widely with each day to take a reasonable guess.
...maybe it was Berzerker? He had gone topside during the nights and returned in the early morning hours rather frequently (for a Morlock anyway) during the last year or so. It could be that he had returned...

Getting up, he started for the tunnel, a shiver running through him as he turned into another tunnel, causing him to cross his arms. He was clad in long sleeves, of course, as he always was, but one layer was beginning to be too little for the winter. Most of the Morlocks had minimal clothing however, so it was the norm. That was one thing Berzerker had been really practical with for the cold weather- he had been able to charge up electric heaters (though there had been that one incident when he had blown up a heater during a fight with Scaleface).
Well, maybe he was back now...

As he stepped to the entrance of the main tunnel his uncertain voice travelled a few seconds before he had a chance to see who it actually was.
"Berzerker?"