"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter One-Hundred-And-Six: The Long Walk
(The Flayed, Pt. 3)
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Rowan didn't how long she'd been walking down the Russian corridor for.
It could have been minutes or hours since she began walking down the corridor, yet Rowan didn't have a clue for which was true. But her legs burned with the exertion of the continuous walking, the small of her back throbbing with a dull ache. And yet, the end was no closer in sight than it had been when she and the others first started walking—Rowan was honestly considering there was no end and this corridor was a torture device in disguise that the Russians would be laughing their asses off about
"God, how long is this fucking corridor?" Rowan muttered as she glared at the walls—concrete, steel, she didn't fucking care—and the pipes lining along the sides. If they got out of this, she hoped to never see those walls again.
"We must be near the end, it can't go on forever," Valerie reasoned, but she looked just as frustrated.
"I wouldn't put it past the Russians to have a forever hallway just for shits and giggles," Rowan muttered sourly, kicking at the smooth concrete floor and wincing as the ache in her lower back pulsed insistently. A hand rested on the small of her back and started rubbing it in circles, soothing the ache. Rowan looked over to see Steve doing it, and Rowan gave him a grateful smile.
"I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive," Dustin chimed in, making Rowan and Steve look at him with disbelieving looks.
"What are you talking about? It's a total fire hazard. There's no stairs, there's no exit, there's just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell," Steve argued, Rowan nodding in agreement and adding on, "Plus, the elevator only works if you have a keycard so you're fucking stuck if you need to get the hell out of here. Not to mention this godforsaken corridor, you'd get a stampede."
"They're Commies. You don't pay people, they cut corners," Erica reasoned dryly.
Rowan pointed to Erica. "See? Our whole point, Henderson."
"To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don't think this tunnel was designed for walking," Robin interjected. "I mean, think about it. They developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo."
"And it all comes into the mall like any old delivery," Dustin added on.
"And then they load it up onto those trucks, and nobody's the wiser," Robin continued.
"And all under the noses of both our government and us, free to do whatever they want with that acid. I mean, if he didn't pick up that message, I don't think none of us would realise this was under our feet," Valerie finished, putting to Dustin for emphasis.
