Slime pt. 7

“You know the way down to the bunker?” Heather glanced at Marco.

Marco nodded.

“Good, she said. Then you’ll be my guide.” She smiled, and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Are there any other guys down there? Anyone you should alert?”

He replied. “Yeah, next time we get to a communications hub I’ll try and get a hold of them.”

It was Heather’s turn to nod. Then she motioned for Marco to lead the way.

They moved quickly towards the edge of the recreational district. The path wasn’t clear, though. Several more sections of the compound had started to crumble, and there were sinkholes everywhere. It felt like the whole place was coming down around them.

“Shit,” said Marco.

“What?” Heather replied.

He glanced around, looking at the dome above them, and the nearest walls. “We need to move faster. I just thought of something.” He picked up his pace, and Heather tried to keep up.

“Mind sharing it with me?” She was starting to get short on breath.

“If the instability effects the dome we could have a breach, and then this whole area could depressurize. If that happens we’ll be sucked out into space” He broke into a quick jog. “Or we’ll just explode because of the sudden shift in pressure.”

Heather didn’t respond. Neither option sounded all that pleasurable.

They found a clear stretch of path that was a straight shot to one of the doors that could be sealed behind them. Past there and they would be into the operational district. All they needed to do was get through that doorway, seal it up, and make their way down to the central control room. They moved as fast as possible, their footfalls sounding hollow on the ground underneath their feet. Heather could hear the crack and creak as more of the recreational district fell away, and the fear alone gave her a second wind.

“Just a little further,” Marco muttered.

Then he froze, and Heather nearly ran into him. She was about to complain, but shut her mouth when she looked towards the door.

Standing in the doorway were two figures. Both of them were stock still, and just watching. Well, one was watching. The other one couldn’t physically be watching them. He lacked a head, although something bright and green glowed from the ragged stump of his neck.

Heather’s hand shot to her mouth, muffling the scream that came bursting up. It was just enough noise for the two figures to lock onto them.

“Fuck.” Marco whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Heather said.

That was when the two figures starting running towards them.