Jonathan Clay had a sudden urge to see what was in the B zone.
The B zone was restricted, but he’d heard a few words about ways to get in. Something about this off limits zone intrigued him, reeked of suspicion and misconduct-- it felt like his duty to find out what was wrong. So he threw on his jacket, slid on his boots over his thick wool socks, fit a beanie over his head and put on his gloves. For the past couple weeks it had been snowy, wet, and freezing cold outside. He knew he needed to stay warm.
Jon unlocked the door, lock by lock, bolt by bolt, feeling the door loosen, become unsafe. He closed his eyes tight and creaked the door open, moonlight pouring in. He finally opened the door the rest of the way, bolting out and behind a car. His heart was beating fast, his breath rapid, sweat running down his temple. His eyes were wide open and with no streetlights to cloud the night sky, he could see all the stars. A lot less tonight than a few months ago, he noted.
Jon felt his pulse in his ears, his breath lingering in the air. If he didn’t want to be seen, he’d need to calm down. He shut his eyes, melting away into a daydream, a familiar laugh dancing in his ears. He snapped back, steady breathing, slow pulse, cool head.
He hopped from car to car, eventually leading him to the B zone. It was closed off by a low barbed wire fence and some sort of electrical field. The trick to getting past it was all in the timing. Every few seconds the technology would glitch, a small allowance of time to pass through. It was a trial and error process, consisting mostly of throwing twigs and pebbles before he got the correct rhythm of time down.
There were voltz upon voltz of electricity in the wall; the slightest touch could kill a man. It sent an alternating current from the wall to the ground and back again through the veins, destroying the heart. To say the least, what Jon was about to attempt was risky.
His breathing synced up to the beat of the glitch. He had to be quick, swift. He had to jump a millisecond or two before he would reach the wall.
He cleared his mind, her glistening eyes looking deep into his, her soft lips slowly turning into a small smile.His nerves weren’t on fire anymore, his fear turning soft, confidence taking it’s place.
She parted her lips, tracing his jaw line with her finger.
“Jump,” she whispered, and without hesitation, he lept into the wall.
