Read Online Reset: A Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Fantasy (Contaminant Series Book 1) by Eli Frost Duham - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Eli Frost Duham
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quite the sting, but he didn’t die. In fact, he heard the distinct clicking of a locking mechanism.
Michael swatted at the door knob like a kitten with a string. He didn’t receive another shock… so he went forward. He turned the knob and opened the door. It slid open with minor effort. Looking at the sides, it actually was a metal door that was two feet thick. The wood on the outside was a just ploy. Michael went to pull the door shut. It was much easier than opening. He walked forward cautiously. The next area was an eerie urine-colored hue. The corridor appeared to be some sort of steel pipe, at least ten feet in diameter. The walls were a dull yellow, probably because of the emergency lights that were strung up every couple feet. The real problem was the black stripes all the way around the tunnel that created an illusion of swirling as he walked on.
Michael tried not to look at the stripes, but they were everywhere, swirling deeper into the tunnel. The emergency lights must have been motion-sensored, because as he walked on, a light near him would turn on, but the furthest one from him would turn off. With the swirls, it looked like Michael was traveling to nothingness. He sure did think of turning back, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to. The curiosity was too great. So, he pressed on till the end of the tunnel and found himself staring down a clear, upright, tube-encased area with an entrance and an exit.
The sides of the tube were two feet of thick fiberglass. An equally thick heavy metal arm encased each half circle of the tube and the two metal pieces met at the dome of the tube. Through other side of the tube, only a heavy blackness showed. Michael stepped through the doorway. He looked around and his eyes found a sticker that had a stick figure man with his hands in the air. The next frame showed him pressing a button. Michael raised his hands in the air and looked up. Sure enough, there was a button; it was gray. And with a press, the metal arms which contoured to the tube detached just enough to spin around the entire structure several times.
It must have been satisfied because after the arms returned to their original position, a light came on. Instantly, the darkness dispersed, revealing a door that opened upon Michael’s apparent, approved status.
He entered. This new compartment was nothing like the previous one. The lighting was brighter and felt cleaner, like four o’clock in the evening, and it wasn’t yellow. Further past the initial area, several workstations existed with desktop computers and beyond that was a living room and exercise area.
The living room had a single door that lead to a room that was mostly empty. It had a wide open space with giant circular tubes, tires and a raised up observation box, full of controls and knobs. The tubes sat upright and were connected to more tubes and wires that ultimately connected to a hydrogen tank.
Michael didn’t spend too much time looking at it, he returned back the way he came and veered off to the left in search of food. What he found was an extensive laboratory complete with personal protective equipment, freezers, a decontamination room and all the rest. His anxiety was only moderately quelled, though. The place looked lived in, yet he hadn’t seen anyone.
Michael only looked at the lab through the window. He doubled back and went to the right side where he found tiny rooms with bunk beds. Up to 16 people could be housed. All four rooms looked used but only one bed was used in each room. Michael continued to walk past the bunk rooms. When he opened the door at the end of the hall, he could be nothing but astonished at the size of the food storage. Shelves upon shelves upon shelves of freeze dried foods, whole grains, rice, beans, and MRE’S. The shelves were categorized and on the wall near the door, a manifest hung with the inventory of food and
Michael swatted at the door knob like a kitten with a string. He didn’t receive another shock… so he went forward. He turned the knob and opened the door. It slid open with minor effort. Looking at the sides, it actually was a metal door that was two feet thick. The wood on the outside was a just ploy. Michael went to pull the door shut. It was much easier than opening. He walked forward cautiously. The next area was an eerie urine-colored hue. The corridor appeared to be some sort of steel pipe, at least ten feet in diameter. The walls were a dull yellow, probably because of the emergency lights that were strung up every couple feet. The real problem was the black stripes all the way around the tunnel that created an illusion of swirling as he walked on.
Michael tried not to look at the stripes, but they were everywhere, swirling deeper into the tunnel. The emergency lights must have been motion-sensored, because as he walked on, a light near him would turn on, but the furthest one from him would turn off. With the swirls, it looked like Michael was traveling to nothingness. He sure did think of turning back, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to. The curiosity was too great. So, he pressed on till the end of the tunnel and found himself staring down a clear, upright, tube-encased area with an entrance and an exit.
The sides of the tube were two feet of thick fiberglass. An equally thick heavy metal arm encased each half circle of the tube and the two metal pieces met at the dome of the tube. Through other side of the tube, only a heavy blackness showed. Michael stepped through the doorway. He looked around and his eyes found a sticker that had a stick figure man with his hands in the air. The next frame showed him pressing a button. Michael raised his hands in the air and looked up. Sure enough, there was a button; it was gray. And with a press, the metal arms which contoured to the tube detached just enough to spin around the entire structure several times.
It must have been satisfied because after the arms returned to their original position, a light came on. Instantly, the darkness dispersed, revealing a door that opened upon Michael’s apparent, approved status.
He entered. This new compartment was nothing like the previous one. The lighting was brighter and felt cleaner, like four o’clock in the evening, and it wasn’t yellow. Further past the initial area, several workstations existed with desktop computers and beyond that was a living room and exercise area.
The living room had a single door that lead to a room that was mostly empty. It had a wide open space with giant circular tubes, tires and a raised up observation box, full of controls and knobs. The tubes sat upright and were connected to more tubes and wires that ultimately connected to a hydrogen tank.
Michael didn’t spend too much time looking at it, he returned back the way he came and veered off to the left in search of food. What he found was an extensive laboratory complete with personal protective equipment, freezers, a decontamination room and all the rest. His anxiety was only moderately quelled, though. The place looked lived in, yet he hadn’t seen anyone.
Michael only looked at the lab through the window. He doubled back and went to the right side where he found tiny rooms with bunk beds. Up to 16 people could be housed. All four rooms looked used but only one bed was used in each room. Michael continued to walk past the bunk rooms. When he opened the door at the end of the hall, he could be nothing but astonished at the size of the food storage. Shelves upon shelves upon shelves of freeze dried foods, whole grains, rice, beans, and MRE’S. The shelves were categorized and on the wall near the door, a manifest hung with the inventory of food and
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