The morning air caused goosebumps on Chris skin. It felt almost, relaxing. Today didn’t feel like most days. It wasn’t the same boring uneventful drag that it normal is. Today was the day. The day they would set themselves free.
Chris rose out of bed. His body ached from the prison beds that were stiffer than bricks. Lincoln was the only other person awake in the cell. Chris looked at the watch built into his suit. 5:56. Seven hour until the break free.
“How confident are you that this is going to work?” Lincoln asked, sitting up to face Chris.
“I’m not sure but based on the plan you gave us it should work. The plan’s solid and the determination is there. We shoul
Something wet hit Chris’ face. He looked up to see Alexis standing behind a guard with a knife in his throat. Blood was spraying from his neck. The guards lifeless body fell to the floor. Chris watch three other guards fall around him. One guard remained, the one Evan was supposed to kill.The sound of a gunshot filled Chris’ ears. Evan stood still. The two of them stood frozen, oblivious to the world around them. The guard pushed Evan’s body off of him. It was then that Chris could see the hole in Evan’s chest. The hole was just under where his rib cage would be. A few seconds passed before the fifth guard fell to the floor dead and lifeless.Chris crawled over to Evan’s body. Evan was losing a lot of blood. “Did we win?” Evan asked.“Not yet, but I believe you already won,” Chris replied.“How could I have won when I’m clearly dying.”“You’re not dead yet. We can
They say all good things must come to an end, but what was good about the human race? We were always broken.The intercom buzzed with the voice of a young female. “He’s here.”“Who is?” asked David, the lead scientist in an underground bunker.“The president of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. He told me he is here for a progress check. Word of advice, you should get outside while you still can sir, you’re getting irritable.”“Let him in and learn to mind your damn business. My well-being is none of your concern.” scolded David.“Sorry, sir. He’s on his way down now.”The room was full of men and wo
The sound of a school bell ringing filled the halls. Within seconds, the hallways of Mountain Elm High School became packed with students all heading towards the front door. Two students were weaving through the crowd.“Come on Heather, if you move this slow, you’ll get run over,” yelled Chris, a brown-haired boy with green eyes, pulling on a girl’s arm.“Careful Chris, I’m going as fast as I can!” exclaimed Heather, a black-haired girl with brown eyes, trying not to trip.They moved into a compact room to avoid being trampled.“What was that for?” questioned Heather.“Hey, I didn’t want us getting run over, because you move too slow. Plus, we don’t want
The sun was shining through the window and into Chris’ eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Good morning!” yelled Heather from across the room. Chris focused his vision. Heather was sitting on her bed looking at her phone. “You know you could have gone to the dining room. Francis probably has breakfast prepared and is waiting for us,” Chris said. “Yeah, I know, but I wanted to wait for you,” Heather replied with a smile. Chris rolled himself out of bed and walked out of the door with Heather by his side. Chris noticed Heather was walking closer to him than she normally does. “Did you sleep well?” Heather asked cheerfully. “Yeah
“And what are the names of your passengers?” the woman asked. “Heather Chapsman and Christopher Woodsen,” Francis answered. “We received a message from your father. I’m assuming you have the package?” “Yes, I brought it with us.” “Please pull ahead and park anywhere,” the woman ordered. Francis pulled into a parking space. Two cars had arrived before them. One was a black SUV with two people in their late seventies inside while the other was a red sports car with a young couple in their early thirties inside. The older family walked up to the teens and greeted them. “Well, hello. I’m glad to see such youngsters this interested in history,” said the old man, shaking Chris’ ha
Chris opened his eyes. Heather was lying unconscious next to him, fast asleep. He assumed the other had survived as well. Chris scanned the room. He crawled over to Heather’s body and checked her pulse. It was feint, but there.Chris tried to stand up and immediately sat back down. He felt dizzy and everything was spinning. Chris stood up again. The dizziness had faded, and he could see straight. A sword was lying on the ground next to where he had been.“I guess that’s what hit me,” he said to himself.He decided it would be good to bring it along with, just in case. Chris grabbed a strap and fastened the sheath at both the top and the bottom. Then, he took the strap and fastened the sheath around his waist. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and with a single motion pulled in out of the sheat
Chris followed Francis into the conference room. Max and Carmella were eagerly waiting at the end of the table. Evan and Garret were also already there, but Nicole was nowhere to be found. Heather arrived shortly after and stood next to Chris. Chris leaned over to Heather and whispered something in her ear. “We need to talk after this meeting.” Heather nodded in response. Max cleared his throat. “Would someone be so kind and go track down Nicole? She’s five minutes late,” Max asked. Chris and Heather volunteered to go. As they were walking down the hall, Heather asked Chris what he wanted to speak to her about. “Francis interrogated me about the marriage,” Chris said. “Did you tell him the truth?” Heather asked in response.
Chris nodded and walked out of the farm. He didn’t feel comfortable just watching everyone work while he was in no condition to work because of his leg. He decided he was going to go back to the conference room to read the file more in depth and listen to the audio clip. On his way down the hall, someone yelled out to him. “Hey Chris, can you lend a hand for a minute?” Evan asked him. Evan and Francis were carrying a door similar to the one he broke down towards Nicole’s room. Chris instinctively hobbled over and grabbed the side of the door and helped carry it down the hall. “Glad you chose to help us fix the mess that you made,” chuckled Francis. “Yeah, it’s the least I can do for you,” Chris replied. They arrived at N
Something wet hit Chris’ face. He looked up to see Alexis standing behind a guard with a knife in his throat. Blood was spraying from his neck. The guards lifeless body fell to the floor. Chris watch three other guards fall around him. One guard remained, the one Evan was supposed to kill.The sound of a gunshot filled Chris’ ears. Evan stood still. The two of them stood frozen, oblivious to the world around them. The guard pushed Evan’s body off of him. It was then that Chris could see the hole in Evan’s chest. The hole was just under where his rib cage would be. A few seconds passed before the fifth guard fell to the floor dead and lifeless.Chris crawled over to Evan’s body. Evan was losing a lot of blood. “Did we win?” Evan asked.“Not yet, but I believe you already won,” Chris replied.“How could I have won when I’m clearly dying.”“You’re not dead yet. We can
The morning air caused goosebumps on Chris skin. It felt almost, relaxing. Today didn’t feel like most days. It wasn’t the same boring uneventful drag that it normal is. Today was the day. The day they would set themselves free. Chris rose out of bed. His body ached from the prison beds that were stiffer than bricks. Lincoln was the only other person awake in the cell. Chris looked at the watch built into his suit. 5:56. Seven hour until the break free. “How confident are you that this is going to work?” Lincoln asked, sitting up to face Chris. “I’m not sure but based on the plan you gave us it should work. The plan’s solid and the determination is there. We shoul
This has been a story that has been five years in the making. This went from a five page 2000 word document that I wrote with the help of a few friends the a well over 40,000 word novel. At this point, I don't have anymore of the story written out. This is due to a career change that takes up most of my time. I hope to continue writing this story and I'm even thinking of a possible sequel, however the process will be much slower than planned. I want to take the time to thank everyone who has read this story and a special thanks to everyone who has or will leave feedback. I wouldn't be able to do this without your support. Thank you, Caleb
“Wrap it up!” Philip bellowed. “Return to the yard for equipment inspection and free period.”Chris leaned over to Lincoln. “Why does the equipment need to be inspected?”“Don’t know. I guess to make sure they haven’t been tampered with.”“Makes sense.”Chris, Alexis, and Lincoln met up the members of cell twenty-five. Chris and Evan walked behind the rest of the group.“Did you find any useful information in your part center city?” Evan asked.“No. Just a bunch of clothing stores. However, the money that I brought with me should be enough for food and clothes for a few days. Alexis gave me the rundown of the city’s basic economic standing. Turns out I have the equivalent of four hundred dollars on me.”“Well I would consider that useful information. All we did was clean near the capitol. It’s a few larger buildings surrou
“Edward, Peter, Lincoln, Alexis, grab your equipment and get to work,” Philip demanded. “Greenies, you’re with me.”“Yes sir!” they replied in unison. The four young inmates grabbed trash bags, gloves, and a grabber and departed into the city. Chris and Evan followed Philip into a small alleyway leading into the outskirts of the city.Compared to center city, these streets were vacant and run down. Each building was two stories tall with a flat room on top. Every building was built to be identical. The color had seemed to drain away leaving nothing but dead looking buildings.“If you don’t mind me asking sir. How come there are so many abandoned buildings here?” Chris asked.“I may have already told you this, but since my memory can be foggy sometimes, I’ll tell you again. When we first arrived here, every building had residents living in them. But due to the lack of jobs, peopl
The morning did not greet Chris with sunlight. Instead, he was greeted by an eighteen-year-old girl screaming in his face.“You need to wake up, Chris. If you don’t, you’ll be sent off to the torture chamber,” she shouted.“Ok, I’m up, and are you sure about the whole torture chamber thing?”“No, but just get up.”Chris saw Lincoln standing in the room’s corner. He looked back at Chris and mouthed the words “I tried to stop her.” As if Alexis waking him up was a bad thing.Chris met up with Evan and his cellmates in the cafeteria for breakfast. “Evan, I need to talk to you about something,” Chris said, signally Evan away from the table. Evan got up and walked over to Chris’ side of the table.“So, what do you want? You here to harass Peter again?”“No, I wanted to apologize to you about how I acted last night. I understand that
The sound of a buzzer came over the loudspeaker. Chris looked around to figure out what this meant. The metal doors of the cell opened. He could hear voices coming from both ends of the halls.“I guess it’s that time of the day already. We must get going before they yell at us for being late to dinner,” Alexis said.“I didn’t think we were here for that long. Guess time passes differently when you can’t notice your surroundings.”“Yeah, we can’t linger around here too long, or else there won't be any food left for us. Still, one benefit of being in here. We don’t have to worry about starving to death.”Alexis grabs Lincoln’s arm and ran out of the cell. Chris followed them shortly after. They encountered a long line of juvenile delinquents lined up in the main hall, waiting to get food. Chris filed in line behind a tall with a muscular physique.“So, how do things normall
The room was empty except for a table and two chairs. Philip had Chris sit in the chair opposite of him. “Let's get this started. What is your name?”“Chris.”“Your full name?”“Christopher Woodsen.”“Thank you. Next question, what district are you from?”“I’m not sure I follow what you mean by district.”“What part of the city are you from?”“I’m not from this bunker.”“Then where are you from?”“Noah’s Ark #151, sir.”“You said 151, correct?”“I did, sir.” Chris could tell this was where the interview was going to go downhill.Philip’s tone of voice changed. He no longer sounded like an angry drill Sargent, but a normal adult. “I don’t recall ever see that number anywhere. Could you tell me where it is?”&ldq
A small keypad protruded from the ground above the door. Jackson walked up to the keypad. “How much you want to bet the passcode is the same for every bunker?” Jackson joked.“I can’t say I’d put much on that, but it’s better to try than to just wait around,” Chris replied.Jackson punched a code into the grey box. Within seconds, the door slowly opened. A set of stairs appeared under the door that led to a long hallway.The hallway share an appearance with bunker #151. It had one storage room off to the side where the suits were stored, and an elevator at the end of the hall. The only actual difference was this bunker had a working elevator.Chris looked at the sign above the elevator. There was a blinking green arro