Stuck In The Factory

Prologue: The Fight

She was late again tonight, something I'd never normally mind or find a problem, but lately it's gotten worrying, she's been snapping more, staying at work later and later, and she won't talk to me about anything, It made me concerned.

I looked to the clock on the wall, that ticking sounding louder in the silence, it was nearly 3 am this time, I sighed quietly, moving over to the sofa to wait, resting my chin on my arms, before I began to doze off.

I don't know how long I was out before I jolted up, the sound of the door unlocking and opening stirring me awake, I bolted up, looking to the door, my wife stood at the doorway, looking almost surprised that I was still up, I hurried to greet her.

Are you alright? What happened?" I asked, moving to try hug my wife, only for her to move away from me, looking a little annoyed, I backed up a little, feeling hurt but I looked down, grabbing my arm.

"Everything's fine, stop hovering Feather!" My wife snapped, turning a harsh glare at me, I stared back, my grey-blue eyes against her green.

"You've been coming home later and later love, that's not healthy, I'm worried for you." I told her, stepping closer.

"Damn it Feather back off, you used to work there too, you know what it's like." She lashed out, glaring down at me, I flinched back, reminded of why I quit, my niece, Abby went missing after I brought her there with my sister, we couldn't find her anywhere after that, my sister sued them for child endangerment and tensions became high between me and the company, and things between the two of us had been... difficult.

"You know why I quit, they would've fired me anyways." I reminded, before looking to the side, deflating and feeling dejected.

"You're dinner is in the microwave, you can reheat it whenever you're ready, I'm going to bed." I told her, turning around heading to the upstairs, moving to our bedroom.

I moved around the room, getting ready for bed, getting my nightie ready and getting changed, before I settled down into the bed, the duvet hung heavy on me as I turned off the lamp on my side, I could hear my wife shuffling about downstairs as she heated up the dinner I had made, before settling down to eat it.

After a few minutes I heard her get up and start her way up the stairs, I heard her enter the room as I pretended to be asleep, she let a small sigh, before she rustled around the room, getting ready for bed herself, before climbing into bed beside me.

I felt her gently kiss my forehead before pulling my back into her front, holding me as she settled down to sleep, I myself, wound up falling asleep not to long after in her warm grip.

The next morning when I woke up, the bed was cold outside of where I slept, I lifted my head groggily, searching around for her, but there was no sight of her, sitting up I rubbed my eyes free of the gunk that built up over night, before wandering around the house, searching for my wife.

When I got to the kitchen, there was a note on the counter.

Had to go into work early today, I'll be back late, don't wait up.

I stared down at the note, before I put it down with a small sigh, going about my Friday waiting for that familiar red hair and green eyes to come home....

But she never did.

After that day, my wife never came home, I went to the company, but there was police tape everywhere, everyone had gone missing, the workers, the orphans, everyone, I tried filing a missing persons report, but nothing came up, not with all the missing people, she was never found after that.

For months I cried, I never moved on, I kept tabs on my old job, hoping for some something that showed she'd come back.

Years went by, the company shut down, since everyone went missing, I never recovered from losing my wife, I thought she was gone forever.

Until I got the note.

Everyone thinks the staff
dissappeared 10 years ago

Wer'e still here.
FIND THE FLOWER

I stared down at the strangely written note, the red crayon and misspelt words looked as if a child had wrote it, not a staff member.

Hope filled me at the words though, it meant that she could still be alive, and maybe, Abby was still alive somewhere, I could find them.

I ran upstairs to get dressed, wearing a supernatural shirt, shorts and a denim jacket.

I grabbed some things I would need, a head lamp, a pocket knife, a backpack and some non perishable foods, crackers, biscuits, various canned foods, water bottles, pads, anything, most importantly a picture of the two of us, our wedding day, I didn't know how long I'd be down there searching, I had to find her.

I stepped out the door of the apartment, looking back at house, before turning to the picture in my hand, I put it inside my jacket's pocket, I made my way to the closed down factory, staring up at it, I let out a breathe before making my way inside, looking around.

I had to find my family.

(I finished the prologue, not a lot changed, I decided to leave it in First person as it feels like it works well for the prologue, enjoy.)