Network 1.5
The darkness was not, as some might have put it, like a vast sea of ink. It was worse. Once the eye could adjust to the dim light it was a barely visible gloom, with light filtering in from the entrance of the tunnel and reflecting off of windshields and mirrors.
In pitch blackness, the mind would have created nightmare situations, but without visual stimulus those imaginings would be without any kind of anchor.
With the dim lighting, the eye picked out patterns and made monsters of them. Was there something behind that sedan, or is it a shadow? Did something move just out of sight? Faces appeared in the windows of dusty cars, leering and hideous, until they vanished when looked at dead on.
The concrete pillars and the ceramic tiled walls of the tunnel bounced sounds back strangely, and the cars broke the echoes up to create strange auditory illusions. Frequently they would halt, checking to see if the sounds coming behind them were the echoes of their tires crunching over broken glass or a creature just on the other side of a car.
Keeping aware and not dismissing a potentially real threat as a fleeting imagining was exhausting, and Blasto was slowly feeling it wear him down as surely as the knowledge that his body was literally falling apart at the cellular level.
Blasto knew he was imagining it, but he would swear that he could perceive each and every double-strand of DNA being torn apart. He could almost picture the runaway beta particle like a drunk driver, careening through a packed crowd of DNA pedestrians. He could imagine the gamma zipping by like errant bullets, puncturing and ruining the cells of his stomach, brain, heart…. Blasto suppressed another wave of nausea and drew his mind back to the present. 'Nothing to be done about it now anyway, no facilities, no supplies, no chance unless we get to that ToyBox location…'
Slowly, Defiant picked his way around cars and vans, easing the rickshaw as silently as possible through stopped lanes of traffic. At the midpoint of the tunnel, a tractor-trailer had overturned, cutting across every lane, leaving only three foot wide gap against the wall to squeeze through
Defiant pulled the rickshaw to a stop, dismounted and approached the gap. At Blasto's quizzical look, Defiant pointed two fingers at his face mask and then pointed into the gap. Blasto nodded and gripped his bottle of Pine-Sol and the spear-head dagger more firmly, eyes fixed towards the entrance of the tunnel.
Defiant, rebar held close to his body like a quarterstaff, vanished into the gap.
Blasto felt the prickle of sweat stand out on his forehead as he stared into the near darkness; his eyes strained and his neck muscles tensed as he cocked his head back and forth, sweeping like a radar dish, trying to catch any advanced warning that his eyes were about to get sucked out of his head by a nightmare straight from a Giger print.
Time oozed by, Blasto feeling more and more certain with every passing moment that Defiant was dead, and he was now alone in an alien environment, avoiding terrible monsters that wanted to tear him to pieces just for the opportunity to die an agonizing death as his biology was literally disintegrated by high energy particles. Irony.
'I'm still not even sure if that's Irony. Fucking Alanis Morissette….. What the hell is taking Defiant so lon-'
Suddenly, from the gap, there was a muffled shrieking sound and a metallic clang
Blasto waited for a long moment before quietly lowering himself out of the rickshaw passenger-bucket. On tip-toes, he crept up to the gap, gripping the spear-blade handle so tightly his hand ached.
"Defiant? You ok?" Blasto whispered.
He crept closer, the black gap open before him, the bulk of the truck cutting off the meager light trickling in from behind him, creating a shadow within the darkness. He stepped a little closer, back and face flat against the wall of the trailer, slowly edging around before he peeked his face around the corner.
A green skinned faceless monster stepped around the corner, hands outstretched and reaching.
Blasto swung the point of his makeshift dagger, blindly stabbing for something vital.
Suddenly the world spun 'round and Blasto was flat on his back, the dagger wrenched from his hands.
"What do you think you're doing?" Defiant asked the prone Blasto, his armored face plate staring down at him.
"Shit, I thought you were… I thought you needed…"
Defiant held the spear blade out to Blasto; "You really should not be trusted with sharp objects." As Blasto took the blade back (carefully) Defiant stepped aside into the small clearing in the lee of the overturned semi so that Blasto could come through. Blasto saw the source of the screech; a car hood had been wrenched open (Defiant's rebar-pike sitting nearby seemed the likely culprit), tearing the metal latch apart with a squeal of tortured metal.
Defiant reached in to begin jiggling something loose. After a moment there was a solid thunk of something giving way and Defiant pulled out a squat cylindrical machine part with a well-ventilated metal casing. Wires trailed after it and Defiant carefully wrapped them around their respective contact points before setting the part on the ground.
Having secured the part, Defiant moved to another vehicle, picking up his rebar-staff as he went. With a firm stab, he wedged the sharpened point under the hood of an SUV flipped onto its side and heaved. Under the full weight of the armored hero, the latch didn't stand a chance and ripped apart with another high pitched shriek.
Blasto instantly began to sweat a cold, stinky, fear-sweat. "Uh, Defiant, are you sure it's wise to stop here and make a shit ton of noise?"
Defiant walked back around to the now open hood and began detaching the battery. "Yes, the threat level here is minimal."
"Okay, not sure why you seem so confident about that… but seriously, what are you doing?"
Defiant gestured with the battery towards the machine part, "The alternator."
Blasto looked at him blankly.
Defiant chuckled, "God, if it isn't secreting something you Bio-Tinkers don't even give a shit do you?"
Blasto quirked a confused grin as his earlier words were echoed.
Defiant placed the battery alongside the alternator, "An alternator uses a magnet to produce alternating cur-"
"No, Defiant, I know what an alternator does, why are you taking one out of that car?"
"We need to start generating power if we are to make anything more complex than our vehicle. If we utilize adequate shielding around a workspace we can keep sensitive equipment from being damaged by the ambient radiation and we can begin to rebuild some of our respective infrastructures. The alternator is the first step towards getting that infrastructure set up."
Having stacked the battery next to the alternator, Defiant approached another car.
"Defiant…. we won't need it. The ToyBox site should be just on the other side of the bridge. We're, like, less than forty five minutes away on foot, probably only another twenty on the Frankenbike, less if you use that stored energy drive of yours." Blasto itched awkwardly at his mask.
".... Yes, so you said." Defiant began to work the rebar tip into the hood, cracking the latch.
Blasto watched Defiant as he worked, letting the echoing clanking of Defiant pulling free yet another battery fill the silence.
"Defiant… if we don't reach the ToyBox site ASAP I am going to die of radiation poisoning."
At that, Defiant stopped and turned to face Blasto head on, "That's an exaggeration. You certainly have enough time to work on ameliorating the worst of the effects. Given enough time and proper equipment you will undoubtedly be able to reverse the effects."
"Listen to me. I am a biologist, and I am telling you that I am going to die if I stay here much longer. We need to get to the ToyBox site; their dimensional specialist is the best hope we have of getting out of here before I suffer irreversible dama-"
"Dodge cannot access other dimensions," Defiant interrupted, "He creates spatial pockets within his own dimension and can manipulate where the pocket attaches itself to Bet. He cannot travel interdimensionally. It's in his PRT file."
Blasto rocked back on his heels, mouth flopping open and shut like a fish.
"W-wait. So we're fucked?! You mean to say we're going to die here anyway?!"
"No, as I said, with sufficient infrastructure I may be able to-"
"Fuck that! You knew that this was a waste of time! Why did you even bother going along with it?!" Blasto advanced on Defiant, hands clenching and unclenching underneath his chin.
"....Any tunnel was more likely to be insulated from atmospheric radiation, thus providing a possible source of functioning electronics or car batteries. I figured you would be more willing to accompany me if you thought-"
"You ASSHOLE!!! I thought I was going to live!" Blasto cocked back a fist and punched Defiant square in the face.
Defiant rocked slightly back on his heels, but otherwise took the punch head on.
"Fucker!"
Blasto spun around and dropped into a squat, his throbbing hand held limply by the wrist between his chest and his thighs.
"You fucker… I thought we were getting out of here together…"
Defiant stepped forwards, one hand raised awkwardly towards Blasto's turned back.
"I-"
The architecture of the tunnel turned the warbling scream into an eye-watering piercing tone.
"They found us." Defiant began snatching up batteries and the alternator, and thus burdened began hustling back through the gap. In moments, he had wheeled the rickshaw through the narrow space and pulled it alongside Blasto.
"... Are you ready to get moving?" Defiant asked, his faceplate obscuring whatever expression might have been on his face.
Blasto held his hand to his chest as he stood, eyes downcast, head low. "... Yeah. Let's get moving."
He climbed up and over the wall of the passenger bucket, careful to avoid his injured hand and foot, nudged aside the batteries littering the floor of his standing space, and secured himself.
"Alright. Let's go."
Defiant kicked the flywheel into gear, and the bike lurched forwards.