I awoke sometime later, but I didn't really know it, because my eyes felt like they were cemented shut. Eventually, with the help of my hands, I managed to pry them open. I tried to sit up and found that my joints and muscles were stiff and responded slow. I looked around and the entire room was hazy, and it seemed to shift around. I squeezed my eyes shut, and when I opened them again, the haze had disappeared. I looked to where Ian was laying. He was unmoving, but I could see the rise and fall of his chest. I crawled over to him and shook him by the shoulder. He shifted, but remained asleep. I slapped my hand against his cheek a few times and he opened his eyes. He blinked a few times before his face morphed into an expression of disgust.
"I feel like I just ate sand." He said.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke, "After the dust went to you, the rest, on the other box, came after me."
We both stared at the twin golden caskets in awe. One of them had a black tactical uniform inside of it that looked strangely familiar, and to my eyes, the other was opaque and dark. It was weird; the suit almost looked my size. Situated around it was an array of knives and a pistol. Languishing in front of it was my sword, sheathed on a stand.
"Erin" Ian said, "Do you see what's inside of this?"
I shook my head, "Do you see what's inside of this one?" I gestured to the other.
"Maybe that one is meant for you?" I said.
"These clothes look cooler than mine, so regardless, I'm taking them. Plus the weapons."
I shrugged and reached out a hand to touch the glass. The instant my hand touched it, it disintegrated.
"That suit looks cooler than mine." said Ian, "What's it made of?"
I stared, and then it hit me. "It's the Winter Soldier's uniform, from Captain America: The Winter Soldier. It's made of Kevlar, with carbon fiber plates and a nomex lining." I turned to Ian, "This thing's fucking bulletproof!"
I started to take the uniform off its stand and looked at Ian, "Let me see what your stuff looks like."
He gestured to the casket, which cause his fingers to contact it, which caused it to disintegrate.
It was a set of black leather armor that seemed to suck the light around it in. It wasn't fancy, but it looked like it was meant for stealth, which suited Ian well. It was accompanied by a single pistol and twin stiletto daggers. They weren't fancy either, but they looked well built.
I started to inspect my own items again until I remembered the computer. I went to it and pressed a few keys, the screen lit up. It was clear of windows and looked like a bare-bones version of Windows. I poked around until I found something that made my blood run cold.
"That can't be right." I said.
"What?" asked Ian, coming up next to me.
"Well" I answered, swallowing past the lump of dread that had formed in my chest, "Either this computer is very wrong-which I doubt, I tried a few different algorithms-or we were frozen for a lot longer than we thought."
"How long?" asked Ian, his voice barely a whisper.
I struggled to get it out at first, but I managed to finally say it.
"A thousand years."
Ian's face was grim, and he shook his head, "That's not possible."
"The computer confirms it, and we were in cryogenic stasis. We could've been in there for any amount of time."
Ian had fallen to his knees, "Everyone we knew…they're all gone."
Tears burnt my eyes, but I held them in. Ian had stood up and he looked at me.
"If it's been a thousand years, what happened to the world? Who won the war in the east?"
"I don't know, this system" I tapped the computer, "is archaic, and the bare-minimum that an OS needs. Plus, whoever coded this is shit at coding. On the bright side, I found a map."
"Of the complex?"
"Yeah" I said, drawing out the h, "It's gigantic. But the good news is, we're on the first level. And there's a door that leads outside. It's…about two hundred yards north."
"Let's go see what's become of the world."
I nodded and gestured to the uniforms, "Let's take all that stuff too."
"If we walk outside with all that" he said, looking at me, "and everything is normal, I warn you now, I might stab you."
I laughed, "Should that actually happen, I'll accept the stabbing, because we would look like idiots."
If you don't like what direction I took this in, the whole "thousand years later" deal, there's nothing I can do to rectify that. This is the direction I intended to take this story in when I started writing it. I did the winter soldier thing because I, like any nerd, like Marvel, and the winter soldier's uniform looks cool, and because I'm kind of bad at describing things.