The Dark Below
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Last published Thu, Dec 4, 2014
"Squad Car 117, status update." The radio buzzed. "Detective Cadmon, here." The man said coughing up blood. "Where is Officer Martin?" The voice on the radio asked. "Dead." The man replied. Just then the radio went silent and all power to the car was gone. All lights, sirens, everything. Gone.
It was near midnight outside the building. The lights that had been coming from the car, and now they were gone.
A light tapping noise was coming from somewhere nearby. "Who's there!?!" Cadmon yelled turning. Cadmon reached for his pistol, but it wasn't there.
Suddenly a bag was thrown over his head, and Cadmon's screams were muted.
"Don't worry, you'll be with us shortly." A deep voice said smashing a bottle over his head.
All sound was gone, All sight was missing.
All was void
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