Humanity's Peacekeepers

One Small Step [ 2 : ДВА ]

- Иголь // Igor -

"You will have to enter the main entrance, flick a hidden switch behind the framed UN flag on the wall behind the counter, answer one of the randomly-generated questions using the keypad, and locate the hatch."

Jack and I had a little talk before going in. "We just took our first breaths in this world mere moments ago," I said. "The Sun is setting already, too. We won't be able to see in the dark." In my mind, I didn't think we'll be able to find the hatch so quickly.

"All we gotta to do is flick a switch, answer a question, and find a trapdoor," Jack insisted. "Besides, if we're supposed to go in, there has to be light inside for us to see anything, right?"

I couldn't really interject, and nodded in agreement. We wouldn't be able to see in the dark outside anyway, I assumed. We then headed in as dusk settled over the apocalyptic land. The glass sliding doors, however, refused to cooperate.

"No power," I said.

"Stupid glass can't stop us!" Jack punched the door and it shattered into a million pieces.

"Good enough." I smirked and walked in. Jack just chuckled as he followed.

The exterior of the HQ had been invaded by the overgrowth of vegetation, however the inside was untouched by anything but Father Time. Dust bunnies settled down on every shelf, and in every nook and cranny of the deserted skyscraper, like the world was now theirs to keep.

"Humans were great at decorating, wow." Jack looked around in awe. "If it weren't for the lack of cleaning, this place would be really cozy."

"What a shame, hm?" I muttered.

The reception counter across of what's left of the door had a large dusty frame on the wall behind it. Pesky dusty bunnies had obscured the picture, however a small plaque had revealed what it was —

"The United Nations Flag."

I delicately picked up the frame and placed it aside as Jack came over. "Dibs!" he said, and hit the switch.

Nothing happened, which puzzled me somewhat. But before I could question it, Jack tapped me in the head.

THUNK! And by tapped, I mean smacked with his paw. "Igor, we don't have all day!" He pointed out the door he shattered.

"Ow." I rubbed the side of my head.

"Didn't know bronze statues could feel pain," he shrugged in apathy. "A thing opened, though!"

A "thing"... "The compartment should have some sort of keypad," I reminded.

"Mhm!" Jack read the question aloud. "It says: 'Who won the 88th presidential election and became the 71st and last president of the United States?'"

"...What?"