We all descended into our own hell of earth made of colossal slabs of concrete. The slabs lined the walls as the unnerving hum of water rushing and bubbling behind each of the cold walls, gave each of them an unsettling predator like growl.
As we fumbled into the dimly lit depths, the air grew colder and the room we just entered seemed damp (probably due to the massive amounts of water all around us considering we were stood inside the heart of Pine Wood Valley's hydro-electrical dam). Dampness seeped through my clothes and onto my skin, making me shiver slightly.
The three of us each filled with our own reserved foreboding fear, begrudgingly entered a large room within the dam. The room had the same gentle hum as the rest of the dam and the air was filled with the same damp air that consumed everywhere else.
The room was large and built out of the same large concrete blocks, the room rang out with the occasional drips of cold water delicately onto the floor. The room felt lonely, as if one solitary room had been abandoned by the entire world lost to depravity. In the darkness we edged closer to the side of the room when a small light shone out from Patricia's pocket and two simultaneous buzzing sounds echoed around the room.
Patricia reached into her pocket and retrieved her cell phone and flashed a glance at it taking in the information on it meanwhile I traced the origin of the second buzzing. I looked around the room and concentrated hard.
Left?
No.
Right?
No.
Forward?
No.
Up?
No.
Down?
No.
Behind?
Yes.
I pivoted desperately to see...nothing.
I focused again where was the sound coming from?
Left?
No.
Right?
No.
Forward?
No.
Up?
No.
Down?
No?
Behind?
Yes. Once again.
I spun slower this time to see nothing again. Then I looked directly over my shoulder and remembered the backpack I was wearing.
Raising my hand up behind my back I felt around the pockets of my backpack, I let my hand rest on each of the pockets individually to test each of them. Eventually, I found where the buzzing was coming from so I tugged the zipper down allowing access inside the pocket and retrieved the object that was buzzing, but as I did I heard a beeping an unsettling beeping from the familiar PTD but I looked over at my two companions and remembered their identities as participants and quickly forgot about it.
The object I retrieved was my mobile phone with a message from a familiar number that I recognised as I had it saved into my phone as a contact.
The message was from Lizzie Kincaid the daughter of a participant, Kara Kincaid. I thought to myself 'had Kara gotten hold of Lizzie's phone?'
Patricia flashed a look in my direction after glancing down at her own phone her expression was one of confusion and concern, "look at the message on your phone!" She commanded in a quiet assertive tone masked with an empty hollowness.
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Action[Book 1 of the Storm Series] It's the End of days, or so says the name of the killing game. I'm Alexis Monroe and I am a participant in The End of Days killing game. This game changed my life forever, it has taken away my freedom, my moral compass a...
