[ WP ] Humans 10,000 years in the future are about to unknowingly enter a nuclear waste disposal site when one of them notices something odd about it .

Hakka froze, causing Jakka to do the same. 
 
 The tall man turned his dark eyes to Jakka and gave a slight shake of the head. Jakka tensed, hands tightening on the hilt of his spear. His knuckles turned white despite his brown skin at the strength of his grip. 
 
 Hakka finally nodded and walked forward once more, Jakka nervously on his heels. The taller man was master for a reason. If he sensed a problem, there was likely a problem. Hopefully the other tribes had n't gotten their scouts to the treasure site yet. 
 
 It only exploded and unearthed itself a few days ago, certainly too recent to attract others. 
 
 Jakka looked past his again frozen master and into the metal room, jaw dropping. There it was. The perfectly shaped containers, yellow as the god Sol and marked with the symbol of the gods' treasure. 
 
 This barrel was sure to Enhance at least a dozen tribesmen. Hundreds would die, and with them the majority of the Akka tribe, but this was the gods' will. Many will die, but the Chosen will emerge. They will be granted powers belonging to gods. Immense speed, the strength of five men, unending breath. 
 
 The powers seemed to be new, nearly every time. 
 
 And the Chosen, they will rule the land. 
 
 Jakka followed his master into the room.
