And so it begins

Snap-hiss. Raj woke with a start, the fear-sweat stink still sharp in his nostrils, overlaid with the smells of sweat and decay. Panic nearly crushed him before he remembered where he was. The bunk above him was barely a handspan away from his nose, military-style bunks for the castoffs of humanity. Hushed voices in the darkness near him, a protest, a muffled cry. Then a peculiar noise, almost like a pop, and then the folding sound of a body hitting the ceramic floor. Just another night in the Acropolis.