Hanc always wished to do something, whether it was to keep his mind busy or to feed his need for action. He was built like his father with strong muscles while retaining a gentle and sweet-looking face which he got from his mother. His hair was short and spikey with a brown-grayish tint. His eyes were a cloudy gray, as if it was about to rain. His skin was pale like a "porcelain doll." He made this comparison himself after he saw an extremely old porcelain doll from the 1900s or something. Historians themselves weren't exactly sure of the date.
He decided to join the Expedition of Revelation (or EOR for short) because he saw it as some sort of adventure or something he could succeed at. The EOR needed people because the land they needed to cover would require the entire remaining population. (One would be surprised about how little the population has grown since the explosion.) Hanc thought he could do it so he volunteered.
The EOR pays quite well if you make a noteworthy discovery. If you don't, it is simple volunteering. These discoveries are usually first-hand accounts of someone before the explosion, something extremely rare, or something extremely old and dated. These noteworthy discoveries land in the Grand Museum and obtain fame and fortune for the finder and the original owner of the masterpiece. Because few have found noteworthy discoveries, those who find something can do no essentially no evil. Some people thought this was a bit scary while others thought it was fair.
It was Hanc's first day on the job and he was extremely excited. This work was dangerous to a certain degree; the unknown radiation and contamination always posed a risk; some urban legends of mutated creatures existed and naturally these were deep in the back of his mind. He had a nice walk from his compound to the EOR facility, which was a minute away. There wasn't much to look at but there never was really anything to look at in general. He traveled down the same old boring cemented pavement that had perfect squares fitting together just nicely. The nervousness traveled through his body but he was excited for this. He arrived the milk white building that looked like it went to the skies. After taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked right inside.
The Commissioners and Administrators accepted him right away. The demand for new male volunteers was extremely now right now, but they expected the number to rise. Very few women volunteered and no one was really sure why. All they knew that the number always rises when people got desperate.
Almost immediately, they sent Hanc out for his first expedition. Hanc felt like his excitement would tear his body apart. He has never been excited about anything in his life because his life was so boring. But this, he thought, was something worth doing.
They rushed Hanc to the changing room where he put on a light, light-gray, skin-tight suit with a wide mask in front, built into it. The assistants put an oxygen-carbon dioxide-converter, which took carbon-dioxide and turned it into oxygen. It was extremely useful in situations like this because the EOF saved a lot of money this way.
The assistants dropped Hanc off and eighty other men at a contained sight. It was filled with stable buildings that probably weren't in the direct line of impact. They were all houses that differed greatly from one another; one house was the size of three average homes while the house next door was a small hut. Hanc thought that it was fascinating.
There was not a lot of order for these expeditions. It was more about exploration rather than having a set goal. This allowed the men to have some freedom and the men were satisfied.