The Government Vlogger

Chapter 14: Sheila's Discovery

Another loud crash was heard and then the four teens began to run and they each stopped occasionally to peak into a room, only to find nothing.

Sheila, out of breath, decides to take a breather in one of the empty rooms, at least they were empty to her knowledge. It was a small, empty room, with one window. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all shades of white. Sheila then sits down with her back against the wall. She looks around in the room she is in until she spots something peeking out from behind the door.

"What's that?" Sheila asks herself as she begins to stand up and walk to the door. "I swear if it is a rat I am going to scream."

She slowly moved the door to reveal a small, folded up the piece of paper. To her curiosity, she opens the note, only to find these numbers:

17-19-4    9-3-4.

15-4   15-5    10-9-4     5-23-18-19.

4-16-19-25     23-6-19     1-23-4-21-16-15-10-17.

4-16-19-25    1-15-12-12    17-19-4    25-9-3    23-10-20    4-16-19-25    1-15-12-12    13-15-12-12    25-9-3.

"This must be some kind of code. Maybe it opens up a door. But it looks awfully long to be a code for a door. But then again, this is a so-called government facility where everything is heavily secure, " Sheila thought to herself but was pulled out of her thoughts when the crash was heard again but was now closer. S put the note into her pocket and began to run again. She ran, quickly glancing into each room that had a door wide open. Then she came to a set of metal double doors and, to get away from the "crash", she went through them. It led to a scene she would never forget. It was the smell that hit her first. Inside this room were all the vloggers that have disappeared over the years. Ninety percent of them were dead, some with their lifeless bodies hanging from chains and ropes. Some were smashed beyond distinguishable in cages or in meat grinders. A few were covered with bullet holes or stab wounds. One or two were shot with arrows, with the arrows still intact. Many were missing limbs. Others were in tanks with different colored liquids. Most were deaths by forms of torture Sheila could not even fathom. But yet it has happened, to all these innocent people who probably knew one little thing that lead to their horrific death. She needs to find Dylan. She prays that he is not part of the dead percentage of bodies. She sets out to find him.

Sheila begins to slowly creep down the hallway of corpses but...

"Hey!" A deep voice was heard which put Sheila in shock. She, then, began to run again down the hall. She heard the man behind her yell "get her." Sheila ran as fast as she can but unfortunately, the hallway she chose led to a dead end. She grabbed her walkie-talkie and tried to contact the others, but none of them were answering. The, five people wearing hazard suits surrounded Sheila.

"Please...no." She stated as she shrunk down into a ball, in fear for what outcome she had waiting for her. All she heard was the muffled maniacal laughter of the five men as a needle is shoved into her neck and she slowly faded out of consciousness.