Urbex

Blitz

Sig's POV

I wake up sitting against a hard wall. My eyelids feel like they're slightly stuck together as I open them. I'm sitting on a bridge that spans between the walls of a room resembling a missile silo. I can't see the ceiling or the floor, just the walls and the rusted catwalk I'm laying on. I stand up somewhat shakily. My head hurts and my vision is a little blurry from just having woken up. "Where the hell am I?" I say. I cross the catwalk and open a door at the end, finding myself in a hallway with a trail of the same black substance leading down it. I hear someone calling my name. "Nolan?" a deep unfamiliar growl bellows through my throat. This worries me slightly. I see a door at the end of the hall and I start running to catch up to the sound of Nolan's voice. I get to the door and go to open it. Upon grabbing the handle I feel it crush under my hand. "The fuck?" I say. I kneel down to look at it and it's completely obliterated. I stare at my hand and notice it pulses slightly. I push on the door and it makes a metallic creak but doesn't budge. I feel my whole body pulse and I kick the door. It flies off the hinges and lands, stuck in the wall like a giant playing card. I notice I seem to be taller than normal and my clothes are stretched to the brink. "Somehow I've grown..." I say, looking myself over. Nolan comes around the corner, looking at the door and then to me. He jumps in fear. "Bloody hell!" He says, turning on his heels and sprinting out the open door. He stops just outside the doorway. "...Sig?" He says. "It's me." I say. He comes back in, Webley in his left hand at his side. "Your eyes! The fuck happened?" He says. I step out of the shadowy corner into the light of a buzzing fluorescent bar above us. "What do you mean? What's wrong with them?" I say, growing concerned and searching around the room for a mirror. "They're bright yellow, and they're doing that creepy ass reflection shit cats' eyes do." He says, backing away from me slightly. I finally find a shard of broken mirror and look into it. Nolan's right, my eyes are brightly glowing yellow and staring intensely back at me. I stand up from my crouched position. "What the fuck? You're like a foot taller than normal and ya look like you've been hitting the roids mate." He says, returning to his position in the doorway. I look myself over again, now in better light and see my arms and chest have grown far more muscular than they normally were. "Whatever that black substance is must have done this." I realize. The stuff in the hall?" Nolan asks. "Yeah." I reply. "Well, I don't know if it's gonna have a bad effect on your mood or health so we should get Fenix and leave before something else goes wrong." He says, holstering the Webley. I follow him out into the hall and we hear thumping in the vents above us along with muted raspy growls. "I don't like that one bit." Nolan says, shooting the duct. We hear a thump and the noise stops. "Think I got him." Nolan says.

Fenix

I search around near the spot where I was jumped by the gangly creature, looking for any sign of Sig. I notice a trapdoor with caution tape all around it and very heavy duty hinges and locks. It's the only thing in the room that looks completely unrusted. I slide my crowbar out of my bag and manage to get two of the four locks off. I hear whistling wind coming from inside, and cold air emits from the seams of the trapdoor. I sit down, somewhat exhausted. That's when I notice it. "The body is gone. The body is gone! Shit!" I climb to my feet quickly, suddenly feeling as if I'm being watched. I lift my crowbar from the floor, hearing small bare footsteps nearby. I'm breathing sharply, adrenaline pumping. I sense it before I see it, and blood splatters all over in front of me as I swing, covering the crowbar. Another of the creatures falls to the floor, completely brained. "Fuckin hell, looks like those things tend to pick you out, don't they?" Nolan says. I see a silhouette, of a much larger man behind Nolan, obscured by the shadows behind him. "Who's..?" I start. "It's Sig, some black slimy substance got all over him and he's...well, see for yourself." Nolan says, stepping aside. Sig has to duck his head slightly to get through the door. He's gained about a foot in height and two hundred pounds in muscle that definitely wasn't there before. "Woah." I say, pretty much dumbfounded. "Anyway, let's get out of here asap." Nolan says, we pass through the section with the vats on our way out and Siegfried grabs his trench coat, which barely fits anymore, and his USP. We climb back up out the manhole, Sig giving us a boost to reach the ladder and climbing up behind us. We get to the window and he can't fit through. "Shit." Sig says. "Let's hope none of those things followed us out." He slides the whole frame out of place and manages to get through, sliding it back in once he's out.

Nolan

We get back to the RV. "I missed the old girl." I say, unlocking the door and plopping down on the bed in the back. I let out a sigh of relief. I set my Webley on the nightstand and take off my jacket. Fenix comes in, opening up the cabinet and grabbing some cereal. He notices me looking questioningly at him. "Don't judge me, I need some damn comfort food after all that shit." He says, laughing. "How do you think I feel?" Sig says, coming in shortly after him. He steps into the RV and it leans, nearly rolling me off the bed. "Christ! How much do you weigh?" I exclaim. I look over at Fenix, seeing a trail of cereal covering the window and an irritated expression on his face. "Sorry guys, this is gonna take some getting used to. We should head home, I'm tired of looking at that place." He says, sitting across from Fenix, who grumbles as he wipes off the window with a napkin. "Agreed." I say, jumping off the bed and swiftly into the driver's seat. I fire her up and we head back to the main road.

Sig

I examine my USP, noticing it feels a bit smaller in my hands than it used to. "Damn." I say. "My accuracy's gonna be all off." "I really don't think that's what you should be concerned about." Fenix says. "Eh, true." I say, sliding the magazine back in and holstering it. "On the bright side, my eyes aren't glowing anymore." I say. We arrive on the outskirts of town, stopping at a gas station. "I'll fuel her up. Next stop won't be for a while." Nolan says. I get out and head into the small convenience store. After a brief bathroom break, I go to leave. I hear the cashier lady gasp. I turn. There's a guy in a ski mask pointing a Glock sideways at her. "Put all yo cash n shit in the bag bitch." He says, sticking the gun right in her face. I feel that same pulsing sensation run through me, except this time there's also immense heat. I charge over to the gunman and grab him by the back of the neck, slamming his head into the countertop. He collapses like a sack of dirt to the floor and I see a huge purple bruise on his forehead. I look to the cashier. "You ok?" I ask. She has a different kind of scared look on her face. I figure my eyes have started glowing again. "I'll just go." I say, feeling slightly hurt for some reason. "Wait...just...Thank you." She says, smiling slightly. The fear reluctantly wears off of her face and she sets a big bag of trail mix on the counter. "Here, for your help. I hate this job but I certainly don't wish anything bad on the people who own it. I'm quitting after that mess on the floor there." She says, motioning to the knocked out robber on the floor, snoring away. "I'm going to go out and see the world, you know, the parts they don't want you to see. They call it urban exploration." She says. "Urbex for short," I reply. "Me And my friends over there just got back from an old steel mill just up the road from here." I say. Her face lights up. "I've thought about going there! How was it?" She asks. "You shouldn't go. Some really weird stuff is going on there. I suspect something government related." I say. "Like a black site?" She asks. I nod. "Well, I like that kind of thing, and now that I'm unemployed I think I might just head over there." "Please, seriously don't. We got attacked, we're lucky we had guns." I say. "Oh, me and my .44 can handle a hobo." She says. "I'd have put a hole in that guy's head if the damn boss would have let me have it in here." She says."Alright, if you're going to go, at least go with me and my group, we've been through before and we know what to expect." I say. "Alright, what's your name?" She asks, pulling up a sticky note and a pen. "Siegfried." She scribbles it down along with my phone number. "I'm Grace." She says. "Nice to meet you." I say, grabbing the trail mix and heading back to the RV. The guys are oblivious to the fact I just saved a cashier, they're both rocking out to Initial D blasting over the sound system and Nolan's in the driver's seat pretending to do drifts. I just laugh at the irony and lay down on the couch. "Let's go home, guys." Fenix says.