The 34th Floor

The 34th Floor - Chapter 34 - Cade

Author's Note:

So sorry for the wait and I know I always apologize before I update. I had been working on this chapter when my laptop got a virus. Fortunately, I was able to savage my story and work on the remainder of the chapter for a couple of days. Here is the next installment and I hope you enjoy it.

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The 34th Floor

Chapter 34:

Cade

My eyes traveled up and down the metal walls and the two single copper doors that were sealed shut. Two metal panels and one copper panel were bolted on the wall, and Grace and Noah were standing on the opposite side of it, knocking and ramming their fists against it.

I had been rather ridiculous of me to step through the passageway I had found in the back of the closet, but I assumed it was our ticket out of the place. Instead I had caught myself in a trap which almost seemed impossible to set free from.

My mind was racing at lightning speed, developing every exit route possible from the air vent too high from my grasp to the arms length square box in front of me. Crouching down as far as I could on the ground, I built up my energy and jumped as high as I could in hopes of gripping the gold-trimmed air vent, but my fingers grasped nothing but air. I tried once more and another time, forcing my hungry and weak body to jump into the air, but in the end I only fell in a heap on the ground with the side of my body pressed against one of the metal walls.

“Get me out of here!” I shouted, hoping with all my heart that Grace and Noah would hear my cry for help.

There was no door, no escape route, besides the air vent to high from grasp and the little square box planted in the wall which I had yet to try. Something told me that I wasn’t going to get much help by pulling open the little door either, but it was worth a try.

However, my attempt to open it was cut short when the two walls to my left and right started to shuffle.

Is this my way out? I asked myself as I sat sprawled on the floor motionless.

A buzzing sound filled my ear as the two walls started to move inwards, closing in on me as if they were going to squish my body to death. Like the pace of a snail or an old turtle, the walls kept coming towards me, trying to seal my death. I scrambled to my feet immediately, looking in panic between the two walls. Instinctively, I dashed to one of the walls and with my hands pressed against the wall, tried to push it backwards. The wall neither budged nor did it move back. I flipped around, pressed my entire back against the metal wall and buckling my legs as I tried to ram the wall back to where it had come from, but no one bid mercy. I even altered to the opposite side, hoping I could stopping the wall that kept accelerating forward, but I ended up crawling to the center of the room.

Slowly and steadily when I had tightly shut my eyes close, the walls had stopped moving and a gust of cool air met the side of my skin, causing my to shudder. I opened one eye before opening the other to notice that the walls had in fact stopped, leaving about a yard or so of space for me to move around in.

I never really got the time to enjoy my moment in a sealed room because a puff of warm air started to pump into the room every two minutes. It was nice and comforting at first like sitting in a steam room for a few minutes, but the warm arm really started to collect. I raised my hands up in the air and tried to cover my face, the hot air pricking my skin. It was like turning on the heater on a very sunny day in Florida. You’d be named crazy and not so well in the head at the same time.

“You have to get me out of here. It’s getting hot!” I shouted, earning to response in return. It was as if I was stuck in this sealed room all alone to bear my horrid fortune.