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Location: classified subterranian base in the United States, I think.
I was in the Army and one day several officers came up to me and said they wanted me to join their special project. They made it sound like it was Ranger School or Airborne School with rapid promotion and extra pay. So, I signed up and whisked away to this underground base where I...stacked boxes. Seriously, that's what I did for the better part of several months, or at least I thought it was because I haven't seen the sun in a long time.
Me and several other people would get pallets of unmarked boxes and told to take them from a loading dock and towards the storage rooms where we would stack them. That was the bulk of our days.
Then, one day, it all ended. We were loading the boxes in the room when the emergency lights flashed and the doors immediately locked. We couldn't get word out that we were in the room and we didn't know what was happening. For twenty or so minutes we sat around as the alarm ceased, but the lights continued to flash. The dual doors were six inch thick solid steel, no way to get through them and the vents were too small to get through. We just had to wait it out, but then, outside we heard what sounded like screaming then this intense scratching noise against the face of the door. Everyone stepped back, then the door burst open and a crate flew in and struck me in the face and knocked me out.
I awoke sometime later, buried under some other crates. Shoving them off and wearily looking about, the red lights were still flashing and what they revealed was that of horror. All those on my work crew were dead, not just dead but horribly mutilated. Their parts were scattered about the room like toys and blood painted the floors and wall.
The door was open, at least. Blood dripped from my forehead and around my nose as I stepped out into the tight corridor only to find the nightmare continued. There were bodies along the way. Whatever hit them showed no mercy. There was even blood on the ceiling. This was a vicious attack, and it didn't seem that whatever it was that did this was not human. It didn't seem possible. Stepping over the bodies, holding my breath, I went down the hall stopping and cautiously looking around corners. I couldn't hear anything and I didn't want to shout and betray my position. What I needed was a weapon, but the armory was on the far end of the base and none of us carried a duty weapon except the MPs. That meant I had to find one of their stations. Signs led the way.
I didn't want to go. My skin was crawling. Something evil was near, working in the darkness, and always behind me. Back pressed against the wall I moved slowly feeling my heart climb into my throat at each corner. More bodies, more horror. One had its skull crushed completely. There were a few I recognized, but I didn't have any special connections with anyone. The only hope for me was to get out of here, wherever that was.
One of the duty stations was up ahead. Its door was open, it was supposed to be closed at all times for 'security', but something pried it open and it wasn't machinery. There I found several of the MPs had died at their post. One of them had tripped the alarm, his hand was still on the button, another had fallen just inside the door with a pistol still clutched tightly in his right hand and twenty spent shell casings around him. He died defending the others as they tried to warn everyone else. Taking the keycard I managed to close and lock the door. Taking the pistol and a belt I stuffed a pouch with as many magazines as possible, then used a First Aid kit to deal with my wound.
Only half of the security cameras were working and those that were showed only more carnage. Nothing was moving, nothing appeared to be alive. There had to be someone else. That's when I found an earpiece used by the MPs. It was their wireless radio. It was giving off static, it was still active. Putting the piece into my ear I tapped it one and whispered, "All stations this net, all stations this net, does anyone read me?"
(I'm looking for a female partner. PM if interested or have questions.)
I was in the Army and one day several officers came up to me and said they wanted me to join their special project. They made it sound like it was Ranger School or Airborne School with rapid promotion and extra pay. So, I signed up and whisked away to this underground base where I...stacked boxes. Seriously, that's what I did for the better part of several months, or at least I thought it was because I haven't seen the sun in a long time.
Me and several other people would get pallets of unmarked boxes and told to take them from a loading dock and towards the storage rooms where we would stack them. That was the bulk of our days.
Then, one day, it all ended. We were loading the boxes in the room when the emergency lights flashed and the doors immediately locked. We couldn't get word out that we were in the room and we didn't know what was happening. For twenty or so minutes we sat around as the alarm ceased, but the lights continued to flash. The dual doors were six inch thick solid steel, no way to get through them and the vents were too small to get through. We just had to wait it out, but then, outside we heard what sounded like screaming then this intense scratching noise against the face of the door. Everyone stepped back, then the door burst open and a crate flew in and struck me in the face and knocked me out.
I awoke sometime later, buried under some other crates. Shoving them off and wearily looking about, the red lights were still flashing and what they revealed was that of horror. All those on my work crew were dead, not just dead but horribly mutilated. Their parts were scattered about the room like toys and blood painted the floors and wall.
The door was open, at least. Blood dripped from my forehead and around my nose as I stepped out into the tight corridor only to find the nightmare continued. There were bodies along the way. Whatever hit them showed no mercy. There was even blood on the ceiling. This was a vicious attack, and it didn't seem that whatever it was that did this was not human. It didn't seem possible. Stepping over the bodies, holding my breath, I went down the hall stopping and cautiously looking around corners. I couldn't hear anything and I didn't want to shout and betray my position. What I needed was a weapon, but the armory was on the far end of the base and none of us carried a duty weapon except the MPs. That meant I had to find one of their stations. Signs led the way.
I didn't want to go. My skin was crawling. Something evil was near, working in the darkness, and always behind me. Back pressed against the wall I moved slowly feeling my heart climb into my throat at each corner. More bodies, more horror. One had its skull crushed completely. There were a few I recognized, but I didn't have any special connections with anyone. The only hope for me was to get out of here, wherever that was.
One of the duty stations was up ahead. Its door was open, it was supposed to be closed at all times for 'security', but something pried it open and it wasn't machinery. There I found several of the MPs had died at their post. One of them had tripped the alarm, his hand was still on the button, another had fallen just inside the door with a pistol still clutched tightly in his right hand and twenty spent shell casings around him. He died defending the others as they tried to warn everyone else. Taking the keycard I managed to close and lock the door. Taking the pistol and a belt I stuffed a pouch with as many magazines as possible, then used a First Aid kit to deal with my wound.
Only half of the security cameras were working and those that were showed only more carnage. Nothing was moving, nothing appeared to be alive. There had to be someone else. That's when I found an earpiece used by the MPs. It was their wireless radio. It was giving off static, it was still active. Putting the piece into my ear I tapped it one and whispered, "All stations this net, all stations this net, does anyone read me?"
(I'm looking for a female partner. PM if interested or have questions.)