You turn around and start looking through the medical cabinet. You don't know if your toughness can hold off the exposure to the gas forever, and you don't want to find out.
"I'm at some sort of medical cabinet. If any place has Atropine, it's gonna be here. You have any idea what I'm looking for?" You ask.
"Uh... maybe." Jasmine says unsure. "I'm going to look up what this stuff looks like..." While you're waiting, you start looking anyway. Several kinds of tonics, creams, and liquids. Several have names like Pralidoxime, Diazepam, and something called, 2,3-dimercapto-1-propanolol.
"Oh, you're looking for a glass bottle. Clear liquid. You have to inject it. And take as much as you can. You're going to need a lot"
You start digging through the medical supplies. There are all sorts of tonics, creams, liquids. As you enter another coughing fit, you simply glance at the names on the bottle. If it doesn't start with an 'A', you toss it aside. But after just a few seconds, you see a vial with a name that starts with 'A' Turning the label, you see that it says Antozine. You find nearly half a dozen identical bottles behind it.
"I found it, Kells" You say smiling as you take the syringe.
"Cheaper than getting a prescription for the stuff, that's for sure." Jasmine says, chuckling to herself. "Now get
A few seconds later, the entire bunker is rocked by an explosion. And then another, and then another...
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Meanwhile, down an escape tunnel...
Dr. Lussiac looked back as she rides her motorcycle down an abandoned subway tunnel. Every now and then, she would glance backwards just to make sure that her pursuer wasn't following her. But it looked like they stayed behind to assist her test subjects. 'Useless sentimentality' Lussiac thought. But then, it was emotions like that that lead some people to become 'Heroes' in the first place. But then, that wasn't her concern. Her concern was escaping. And with that, her gaze briefly drifted to her left hand, where she kept her finger hovering over the detonator. She was almost a safe distance from the charges.
She drove past a large gate built into the tunnel and, with the press of a second button on the detonator, she activated the long dormant gate, causing them to close. When the subway had been in use, gates like that had been used as a means of flood control. Keeping water that was filling one part of the subway from flooding the entire thing while pumping stations worked to pump the water out. And considering that the water never rose above a 16th of an inch, they rarely saw any use, even after most of the subway tunnels were decommissioned and abandoned.
She chuckled. This would probably be the first time one of these Flood Gates would actually be used for their intended purpose. Though she was sure that whatever company donated to the Mayor's reelection campaign to get those things installed didn't think that the gates would be used to cover her escape. However, her plan wasn't to rely on the gate itself. The gate was just there to make sure she didn't get caught in her real plan.
She just hoped that the gate would hold.
After the gates closed, she pushed the trigger on the detonator.
Several hundred feet back, charges placed in the ceiling of the tunnel detonated. Several explosions went off, one right after another in a way reminiscent of firecrackers. The concrete ceiling of the tunnel fractured, then gave way over a distance. As the ceiling collapsed, thousands of water that had been flowing down the river above the runnel came crashing down, filling the tunnel with a brown mixture of water, industrial waste, sewage, and garbage that made up the Bethel River.
The water flowed in two directions in the tunnel, the water rushing for places to fill. In one direction, it slammed on the gate with a tremendous force. The old and disused gate creaked under the sudden weight, it started to groan, but the foot thick metal held strong, meaning that the water, taking the path of least resistance, started to flow the other way...
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"What the fuck was that?" You shout, before you can stop yourself.
"What the fuck was that? Are you okay?" Jasmine shouted. "That sounded like some really heavy explosives"
"I'm fine" You say, unsure. You look at the small mark on your arm where you injected the Atropine. Already, you feel your lungs clearing up. Your muscles still ache, but the pain will recede in time. You leave the hospital room with a first aid kid slung over your shoulder, it's contents dumped and filled more Antozine and syringes, including the one you used. You don't want to leave your DNA here after all. But right now, as you run out of the hospital room to investigate the explosion, you start to smell something. It's a mixture sewage, with a strong chemical smell.
As you look in the direction the explosions came from, you see something that makes your heart sink. A large torrent of water is pouring out of the hallway that Lussiac went down and is headed right for you.
"FUCK!!!!" You shout. It's all you can do in a moment of panic. You don't even hear Jasmine ask what's wrong as the water slams against the reinforced door that separated you from Lussiac just a minute ago. Water is already pouring from between gaps in the door. The reinforced metal clearly isn't meant to handle this much weight, as it creaks and starts to buckle. It isn't going to hold out much longer...
[] Take the risk and try to get the man out of the equipment and out of this bunker.
[] You think you could reshape your barrier to cover the doorway. Maybe you could block the water while Jasmine gets some help.
[] You feel bad about leaving that man to die, but you need to think about yourself. You start running for the exit.
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