56. Wheels on the Bus

Zia Scott eyed the man guarding the room as he disappeared past the corner of the tunnel-like path. She scanned the area. There were rusty pipes clustered together on all corners of the room, crawling all the way up the high ceiling. The room was dimly lit, not because there were dim lights but because only about 2 to 3 bulbs were working. Some bulbs were eerily flickering as if fighting to fulfill their job while other sockets were already missing bulbs. Staring at the ceiling, it felt like a horror movie. There were no windows. The only entryway was the one path in front of her, the tunnel. And she was curious. Curious as to what laid beyond the tunnel.

She looked down on the concrete floor, staring at the dust on her shoes. “Is this an abandoned factory?” she thought to herself. “There’s about a hundred and thirty-four abandoned factories in the city though.” She glanced back at the pipes on the walls.