08:00 AM - The Monday morning sun cast long shadows across the construction site. I stood before my team, their faces showing a mix of determination and fatigue. "Right, everyone," I addressed them, my voice echoing through the hard hats and hi-vis jackets. "We're halfway through. We've got 86 feet left to go, which makes us ahead of schedule-great news!" I took a sip of tea, the warmth soothing my nerves. "How are we getting on with the east wall?" I asked. John, the seasoned builder with stubble and a sturdy build, stepped forward. "Nowhere near the church foundation. Base clear by about 30 feet," he reported.
"Excellent," I said, rallying the team. "The sun is shining, and we've got a big old hole to dig." As they dispersed, I retreated to my makeshift office-a converted metal container. Schematics sprawled across my desk, a roadmap to our ambitious project.
9:30 AM - I stepped out onto the stairwell of my office above the staffroom, another container. From there, I surveyed the site-a gaping void where a building once stood. Now, an even grander structure would rise in its place. The day unfolded with phone calls and chart adjustments, the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders.
4:25 PM - A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I called out. Bobby, the young lad with perpetual nervous energy, entered. "Hiya, Bobby," I said. "How many times have I told you not to knock?" He mumbled an apology. "There's something you need to see," he stammered. Curiosity piqued, I grabbed my hard hat and followed him.
4:30 PM - The team huddled around a mosaic-tiled surface-an unexpected discovery. "Shit," I blurted out. The intricate patterns hinted at a forgotten past. "OK, everyone," I instructed. "Pack up. Meet me in the staff room in 20." Back in my office, I faced a dilemma. Excavating in London often revealed hidden histories-ancient foundations, crypts, and artefacts. I reached for the phone, dialling the Archaeological Society.
4:55 PM - The staff room buzzed with speculation. I silenced them. "Listen up," I announced. "This mosaic changes everything. The Archaeological Society is sending someone. We're on hold until they investigate." Disappointed groans filled the room. As everyone dispersed, I remained, staring at the mosaic. What secrets did it hold? Tomorrow, the experts would arrive, and our construction site would transform into an archaeological dig.
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Plague City
HorrorIn the heart of London, a once-thriving metropolis, a nightmarish plague descends like a shroud. The streets, once bustling with life, now echo with the desperate cries of the afflicted. Blood stains the cobblestones, and the scent of decay hangs he...
