[X] No way are you staying here without knowing what's going on! You're going to go down to the caves in secret to get a better look.
Another loud thud rouses you from your stupor. Plaster falls from the ceiling onto the back of your head. You do not want to be alone here, and you hate the feeling of not knowing what's happening. You've spent the last month in the dark. It's time to get some answers.
You pull open the door to find the storm has already kicked up. You wonder for a moment if the shaking in the building was just the structure giving way to the blizzard outside, but then the ground
moves. This is not something the ground is supposed to do, as far as your limited life experience has told you.
You sprint to the main building as fast as your little legs can carry you. The penguins nearby appear to be doing something roughly equivalent, waddling rapidly off the premises. You stumble and almost faceplant into the pavement as another tremor rocks the facility.
You rip open the door the main building and run through the labyrinth of corridors and tunnels within. You've spent an entire month wandering around this place in boredom. It's time to put that knowledge to use. You take what you think is the fastest route to the cavern below. It's actually the second-fastest route, you realize midway there, but it's not much slower.
You're thrown off your feet as another tremor thrusts the floor up under you. There's a crashing of glass and metal. The lights flicker violently. You think part of the building may have collapsed, but the only thing on your mind right now is getting downstairs. You do not want to be at surface level if the roof caves in.
The elevator isn't working. You know there's a yellow service ladder to the depths though. As you find the top of the ladder, you accidentally look down into the abyss. It's
dark. The ladder disappears into nothingness.
You can do this. You take a deep breath, and work up all of the courage your small body can contain. You feel sick. Like, really nauseous. A rumbling and another crash nearby spur you to make the descent. The building could collapse any moment, and the tunnels below it are made of sturdier stuff. You're pretty sure of that.
You nearly lose your grip more than once as more tremors hit the building. This was such a bad idea. You're going to die. You're going to die here in the dark and you won't even know why.
As you get closer to the bottom, you hear voices. Something about something called an "AT Field". An automated alarm system distantly says something about wearing protective gear. What protective gear? You were never told about any protective gear!
Miraculously, you reach the bottom after several long minutes. You're not sure how long you've been descending, but it was definitely at least ten minutes. You can't believe you weren't somehow thrown off the ladder by a tremor.
As if to spite you, the largest tremor yet throws you across the room and into a large, steel door.
COCYTUS: ANTAEUS GATE
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT.
VIOLATORS WILL BE LIABLE FOR PENALTIES OF UP TO 10 YEARS' IMPRISONMENT, $100,000 FINE, OR BOTH.
The door is ajar. You pull yourself up. Everything hurts. You think you've sprained something in your leg. You limp past the threshold and to a balcony overlooking a large shaft, flooded with white light. The word
CAINA is written on the floor in big white letters.
You peer down into the shaft.
ADAM
~Der erste Mann~
At the bottom of the shaft is a giant. It is shaped like a man. It is shining so brightly it hurts your eyes to look directly at. It is rising to take its first steps.
Below you, you can hear frantic screams. You're not sure what they're saying. It no longer matters. Your world is no longer intact. You stand there and you watch. You watch as the men and women in lab coats hammer away at computers, scurrying around like insects. You watch as a giant red rod sinks into the giant man, to the evident distress of the insects on the ground. Part of the balcony to your right buckles and collapses into the shaft, crushing some of them. They leave a tiny red smear on the floor.
There's a tingling sensation in your arm, and a flash of light. The scientists closest to the giant, now turning to run, explode into a red-orange substance. You know it's impossible to hear them from this distance, but you swear you can hear them make a distinct popping sound, like a water balloon.
The giant reaches upwards towards you, wings extending from its body. This is the end. You close your eyes, still not comprehending anything. Why were you here?
You hear something about a countdown commencing.
The wall explodes behind you. Shrapnel rips into your body. Heat sears your face. But something warm has grabbed you and is holding you tight.
It's a person. You black out.
Something wet falls on your face. You're in immense amounts of pain. You're laying on an uncomfortable foam cushion. Blood is running from your wounds. A cold wind whips your face.
Gritting your teeth in pain, you look up at your rescuer.
It's your father.
That was impossible. Your father didn't care about you. You hated your father. You hated your father. It doesn't make sense. There was a giant, and an explosion, and it didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. Your father has never cared a wit for you and you've never felt anything but enmity for him. It doesn't make sense.
You take a shuddering breath and begin to ask if it's really him. You are going to tell him that you hate him, like you have many times before. You have to make the world make sense again.
A steel door closes right in front of your face before you can even finish speaking. You're in a small metal box. You blearily remember that there are escape pods.
Something thuds against your steel prison, and then there's a tremendous boom. You lose consciousness.
The door opens some hours later. You're on the waters of the Southern Ocean. Debris floats on the black ocean surface and whips through the air. Every muscle in your body screams as you pull yourself unsteadily to your feet. You clutch your side, where your parka is completely soaked through with blood.
In the distance, you can hear an unearthly screeching noise. It sounds like a combination of baby birds, squealing tires, and nails on a chalkboard. It's raspy. Even though it's distant, just listening to it makes your head hurt. There's some barely audible
something in that sound that your body is trying to reject. You open your eyes.
Two enormous orange pillars of light stretch endlessly into the clouds above, and hot cinders from burning debris rain down from the sky like a newly invented form of precipitation. Each hits the surface of the choppy sea with a hissing sound.
Something dangles from your neck. It's the cross necklace your father always wore. You were not wearing it before the explosion. Your father really had rescued you. Confronted with this final piece of information, your sense of reality completely erodes.
You begin to scream.
To Be Continued
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