Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )

Chapter 37 : Rust

The car ride was nothing but suffocating. If it was anyone normal, they would've long wanted to jump out. But the three people inside were far from normal.

Philia looked outside, memorizing the place and even counted each corner they went to. The man didn't even mind, he even closed his eyes as if resting, as if the two people in the car in front of him were just air.

Clearly, he didn't seem to care and knows it would be impossible for them to escape.

Philia glanced at Ophir who was enjoying the view. There was a smile on his lips, uncaring and unafraid.

At least this guy is enjoying his time.

Finally, after what felt like a long time, they arrived at their destination. Philia looked outside and saw that they entered a factory, specifically, a toy factory.

Seeing this place, the gears in her head couldn't help turning and blurted out: “Ha! No wonder...”

Both men looked at the female master who was smiling as she looked outside. The man inexplicably felt nervous but calmed down soon afterwards. Ophir on the other hand, his face deepened and knew Philia had guessed something in her head.

Was there something about this factory? If so, what is it?

Soon, they entered the facility. The two guards that caught them brought them out with their guns. Philia and Ophir placed their hands on the back of their heads as they exited the vehicle.

The man also got out and handed the two briefcases to a man wearing a lab coat.

“You know what to do with the rest,” he said before turning to face the two and instructed, “Take them away.”

The guards nodded then handcuffed their hands.

“Lovely, an experience I never thought of.” Ophir remarked, not minding the rough way of being manhandled.

The guards brought them to a different place within the factory. Walking a few paths and turning to corner after corner, they stopped before a door with stairs leading downwards. It was dark and eerie, there were sounds of moaning and howling, like those things you'd see and hear in horror movies.

Ophir was walking behind Philia and peeked from her shoulder. With a disappointed look on his face, he said, “Huh. How cliche.”

“Move along!” One of the guards said, using their gun to nudge Philia forward.

Philia was unpreturbed as she walks down the spiral stairs, not knowing what awaits them.

At the end of the stairs, Philia saw a corridor with metal gates on both sides, each gate contain one person behind it. It was a prison cell, illegally detaining people.

Seeing Philia and the group, they all howled even louder, reaching out their thin and boney hands.

“Help me!!!”

“Help!!”

Ophir whistled in awe, looking undisturbed. “Torture chamber? I knew it was a cliche one.”

ClANG!

Suddenly, someone came out of the corner wearing a police uniform but his uniform looked cheap and ragged, as if he was forcing and pretending to be one. He was carrying a baton and hit one of the cell while yelling and shouting in Hebrew, his saliva showering everywhere when he speaks. When he saw the group, he stiffened for a moment and greeted them.

Yellow crooked teeth, chapped lips, dry skin, sunken eyes, and the strong smell of piss and alcohol. Ophir wanted to run just from seeing the man, at least the bodyguards that were leading them were clean and smelled of expensive cologne.