Part 30

    Kevin typed into the console querying an overload procedure. Maybe there was an electrical pulse he could send through the system that would take out the Conglomeration - oh, look, there was the proper noun - and hopefully not fry the ability to send his information. That sounded farfetched as he thought it. Maybe there were explosives... 

    He looked around the room he was in for at least the fourth time - nothing explosive in here - and then scanned the room behind the glass. There weren't any of the red barrels in the room that signified something that would explode in fire. The hard drives could explode electrically he supposed, but he wasn't sure that he wouldn't destroy what he needed. Looking up... oh, okay, a catwalk. He could maybe drop that down onto the Conglomeration's... Well head didn't seem like the right word, but it was the closest.

    Who designed this place?

    Okay, so catwalks were usually bolted to something, they were usually bolted to a hanging something or other, but... no this one was attached to the wall on the opposite side. If he could sneak back there without attracting the attention of the conglomeration, he could pump a few shots into the anchors - hopefully breaking them - before the mass of mouths and tentacles would notice him.

    Okay... let's think about this. Pump a few shotgun rounds into the anchors, if that didn't do it, finish off the clip from the Breaker. Shit... he remembered he didn't have any more shells left for the shotgun. Okay, maybe the last heat sink would do it and he could fall back to the pistol if that didn't cut it... There weren't a lot of those left either though...

    He scanned the floor in the next room, hoping the bodies might have the tell-tale signs of spare ammunition. No, not that one, he was a doctor; nor that one, a mechanic; a scientist; a doctor, no ammo on them at all. That one - he was one of the security detail - he might have a spare magazine or a heat sink on him. And there was another security officer off to the left of the scattered corpses. A few more at the far side of the room...

    Okay so the plan would be to sneak in, search the nearest corpse to the right, float around unseen to the  one on the left, and then continue to hook around to the back of the room, picking up all the ammunition that he could. He was hoping for shotgun shells: he would take what he could get. He gathered his nerves, preparing himself mentally. This was going to be fine, he was very sneaky... Probably... He grabbed the emergency release on the door, noticing that the hand scanner was dead - he was pretty sure he didn't have access even if it weren't - and pulled the door open with all his might. 

    Suddenly the air was filled a shrieking alarm, red lights flashing from a light directly above the door he was accessing, while - barely audible over the alarms themselves - a female voice came over the intercom: "WARNING: THERE HAS BEEN A BREACH IN THE MAINFRAME ::: WARNING: THERE HAS BEEN A BREACH IN THE MAINFRAME ::: WARNING: THERE HAS BEEN A BREACH IN THE MAINFRAME" The Conglomeration turned some of its eyes into the direction of the flashing lights, and in turn, directly... onto... him...

    "You gotta be fucking kidding me." Kevin cursed.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Part 32

    A strange sensation - though maybe not quite as strange as being hoisted upside-down towards impending doom - was the breeze he felt in his nether region as he was hoisted upside-down towards impending doom. The bottom edge of the gown he had woken up in was now tickling his nose as the Conglomeration dragged him, bare assed, toward its nearest mouth.     He rubbed at his tickling nose with his hand and something hard and metal cracked him in his face before his knuckles could touch his nose. This caused two things to happen: first, his lip split open and blood started pouring out of his mouth; and second, he realized that he still held - and almost dropped thanks to his startled state - the pistol. He had a weapon in his hands that he could use to escape.  Somehow... Probably...     Blearily, blood dripping up into one of his eyes - being upside down was weird - he aimed his pistol towards the Conglomeration, shot once, thought better of it, then ...
Read more

Busy Weeks

    Had a few busy weeks between work and other hobbies, so this is an apology. I have an update started but it isn't polished enough, and I'm hoping to make it longer in order to make up for the lateness.     Hell maybe we'll even finish it  ...
Read more

Part 34

     Another screech from the Conglomeration as he left the room, trotting back the way he had come. And another screech. "You lost bud, you can't get me," he threw back over his shoulder at the creature. Weird that it kept crying out though, he figured something that size would break through the wall or something rather than call out.      Then he heard the snarls coming from a ways away down the hall to his left and it snapped into place. ' Of course, the fucking thing is calling for help.'  And with that thought he bolted, arm swinging like a useless piece of hose. He was going to have to figure out how to fix that if he survived the next couple of minutes. He made it back to where he left Graves and... He was gone. He could have sworn he had left him right here. Right past the sparking light and the corpses. There seemed to be no sign of the man either, there was no footsteps or drag marks through the detritus and gore on the deck. What a weird dev...
Read more