With a watch on his wrist, no memory of his past, and a puzzle-filled room, Atlas tries desperately to escape the elevators.
Upon waking to darkness, Atlas stumbles into the white room. His desire for answers driving his feet to move. In the firs...
A/N: I wanna take the time to give a little dedication and shout out to RaelynCrasher . They have been voting and reading 87 Below basically as the chapters are released. I know a few others have as well. This is just a thank you to my dedicated readers and to let you know that it does NOT go unnoticed! Go check out some of her work!
-
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Hope's grip tightened once again and he could practically feel her heart beating through her shirt, "I know how we can escape."
-
Working quickly around the room, Atlas brandished his scissors to collect the lamp's cord. He placed it in his pocket and moved around the room waiting for his companion to guide him further into her plan. Hope, meanwhile, was busy working on feeling through the dark to get to the puzzle. It had turned out to be fairly simple. Combine black light, liquid scheelite, and little luck, and you have green and glowing numbers behind a safe.
The safe, which Hope had practically fallen over, then produced a key that would open the trunk on the far wall. When Hope had first grabbed the key she let out an excited squeal. Atlas had hurriedly asked if she was okay before she laughed at his chivalrous attempts. The pair navigated the darkness to find the key's rightful place, the trunk. The trunk once opened, had a button gently placed on the bottom, wires stuck out from a hole in the trunk's base.
They were fully aware that each time they entered the room they would disable the lamp's core function: to produce light. Hope had insisted that they complete the puzzles in darkness because 'they' would be watching. She was convinced that they might eventually lose sight of them. Anything to make escape easier was a must.
Atlas was still clueless about what Hope had in store. She had promised escape but had not told him her solution. In her rush to collect the lamp cords, she seemed to have neglected the detail. Atlas grew tired of the wondering as they moved on to the 23rd identical room. It was like a never-ending maze. A trail with no end.
"Just 5 more and we should be good to go," Hope announced confidently. Although Atlas couldn't see her through the thick darkness, he imagined her shining face as she gave herself a pat on the back. He pulled out his scissors to release the lamp of its shackles only for her to interrupt him.
"Oh, Atlas," she said, almost as an afterthought, "For these last 5, bring the entire lamp. It's made of metal right?"
Atlas nodded before quickly realizing she couldn't see the gesture. Atlas tossed his scissors into his bag at the command. "Yes, it is. It feels cold like metal at least."
"Okay, good. Try to sneak it into the elevator with the rest of the cords."
Atlas held the lamp close to him to mask it as much as possible. He would have no way of knowing if it had worked. Even after traversing through all of these rooms, they had yet to spot any cameras.
