The 34th Floor

The 34th Floor - Chapter 47 - Grace

Author's Note:

I was sitting and thinking about this story today. I couldn't figure out how I wanted this story to end. I imagined there to be another set of obstacles or weapons, something big or grand to end the book with. Then, I realized that there was something really important that had to be covered in this book. It was time to get down and become sentimental. There was about 3 more chapters and an epilogue for this book left. I am excited to finally have a general outline of how I want this book to end. Some of you may be disappointed with what is to come, but I have made my decision that that is the only way for this book to come to a close. 

I appreciate all my old and new readers. No book of mine has gotten as much love as this one. I cannot thank you all enough for giving me the opportunity to write. 

The 34th Floor

Chapter 47: 

Grace

"What are you thinking about?"

A gasp escaped my lips. I stumbled forward, a hand over my heart.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Noah sheepishly said, taking a step back from me as if offended by my reaction.

I shook my head, turning around to face him. I grasped his hand in mine, tugging him towards the dull, white wall.

"I was just thinking about what our life will be like once we get out. We didn't know each other before. Is that what we are going to go back to?" I asked, looking up at Noah.

He cupped my cheeks, rubbing a finger under my eyes and over my lips. "Believe it or not, Grace, but this house, it changed us. If we get out of this place, it will give us even more of a reason to stay together. If we can get through something as difficult as this then surely, we can survive anything together."

A smile spread across my face. I nodded my head up and down furiously as if Noah had proposed to me. He laughed at my reaction, throwing an arm over my shoulder and pressing me tightly against the side of his body. I knew that the simple movement hurt us both, for our entire body was aching, but love had made us numb to the jabbing pain in our joints.

"Let's get the hell out!" I shouted.

Noah whooped, tossing me a hammer. I grasped it in my hand, twirling in a circle. Noah's laughter touched my ears as I spun in dazed circles.

"Slow down there," he worriedly advised.

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the wall for support. Noah raised his hammer and began pounding on the wall. Catching my breath, I clawed at the wall, two hands gripping the handle. In five minutes, we had torn down the entire wall.

"What is this?" I breathlessly asked, running a hand across the steel surface.

"I have no idea," Noah responded, crouching down, hands on his knees.

A hum filled the air as if something had been triggered.

"Did you hear that?" I whispered.

"What are you talking-"

I shushed Noah, attempting to pinpoint the source of the noise. The humming grew stronger, until I could no longer hear the beating of my own heart.

"Grace," Noah whispered, eyes widening.

"What?" I questioned.

He pointed behind me. I looked over my shoulder, only to see the tunnel we had stumbled through inching forward in our direction. There were two on the either side of it, identical in shape, structure, and speed.