A3-5 | A Sodor Horror Story

Tuesday, August 8, 1978. | Fire Call

The room was a scene of utter chaos, a nightmarish pandemonium. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the dust-laden floor, making it difficult to see. The sound of blaring alarms pierced the air, adding to the deafening noise of groaning machinery and panicked screams. Bert had fallen to the ground and hit his head hard on the tiled floor. He was bleeding heavily, his head injury left him feeling disoriented, and dizzy as if there was a bowling ball inside his skull. His ears rang as if alarms were going off inside them, only making the pain more intolerable.

Despite the confusion and mayhem around him, Bert managed to pull himself up, his vision still blurred and his head spinning. The other operators in the room were no better off, running around frantically like headless chickens, shouting and screaming at each other. Some cowered under desks, while others made a desperate dash for the exits. Around a few minutes later when everything calmed down, people started to question what had happened. Bert was the first one to question it.

" What the fuck happened-?! " yelled Bert.

No one seemed to have an answer. Everyone was still in a state of shock and confusion, trying to make sense of the chaos that had just unfolded. Greg, the Supervisor for the control room decided to take action first.

"Everyone, listen up and listen carefully. We cannot afford to panic right now," Greg said, his voice grave and tense. The room was in complete disarray, with the sound of blaring alarms piercing the air, and the air seemed to be thin as well.

One of the operators soon returned. He busted through the door, beads of sweat running down his forehead and also staining his white uniform

" T- Th... T- THE CORE IS G- GONE! " He shouted to all the others in the room.

"Don't be vulgar! You are in shock, get yourself to the infirmary immediately."

Greg said. It was astonishing how he maintained his composure during a time of crisis.

" Bert, go to the Reactor Hall and see if it's still there."

Without a moment's hesitation, he staggered his way out of the control room. As he made his way through the dimly lit and flickering hallways, he saw several serveral plant workers lying unconscious on the floor. The sight sent shivers down his spine. What on god's green planet was happening?

With each step, the damage became more evident. Cracks snaked up the walls, and the floor buckled under his feet. Sparks flew from exposed wires, and the acrid smell of smoke filled the air. Bert knew that he was getting closer to the reactor hall, but he also knew that the situation was far worse than he had anticipated. He took several routes, darting down corridors and through emergency doors, but the damage was everywhere. He stumbled over debris, his hands scraping against rough concrete walls. The sound of his breathing was drowned out by the groaning of the building and the occasional explosion in the distance. As Bert cautiously walked through the facility, his heart racing with fear, he spotted a gruesome sight. One of his colleagues was slumped against the wall, blood splattered behind him. He quickly rushed to the wounded man. He was alive, but unconscious. Quickly, he dragged the man away from the damaged hallway, and layed him down. Using parts of his uniform as a tourniquet to stop some of the bleeding. After a while he reluctantly leaving the man, he approached the reactor hall, the destruction was staggering. The hallway was almost recognizable, the ceiling had collapsed, and the walls were scorched black. Fires burned in the distance, and the heat was almost unbearable. As he staggered his way through the carnage, he finally made it to the Reactor Hall. The catwalk he stood on was barely hanging on. But the room itself was completely unrecognisable. The walls were charred and blackened, and the ceiling had completely been blown open. The catwalks being mangled and flattened against the walls, the machinery lay in twisted heaps of metal. The floor was covered in a layer of dust and debris, making it almost impossible to walk.