Monday, July 6, 2015

The Silo

Golding's pig farm 3:08am

 We stayed just inside the Tree line working our way slowly to the silo. Our speed was one part caution, one part legit fear.

When finally behind it we hustled to the back of the silo. RTJ and I went right, Tiny and Ethan went left.

Along the way we D&D'd (checked for traps and secret Doors). With none to be found we gathered around the front door and did the same. Nothing. It want even locked.

It was 70 percent empty, big enough to line up 3 1/2 big planes side by side and about 60 feet long.  Half way through was what appeared to an office. A desk sat against the wall an iMac and second monitor stood casting light over action figures and papers that littered it's surface. Directly across was a make shift kitchen.

And all the way at the far end, a strait shot from the door was a couch, end tables and a TV.

The 90 inch flat screen was the only light in the room until Ethan flipped the lights on.

The fluorescent light fixtures woke like an ancient angry god, flooding the room in blinding uncompromising light.

It took almost a full minute for my peepers to adjust. Tiny stumbled around for a minute calling for his mask to adjust his vision setting.  "Not much more jarring then your night vision getting ambushed by light!"

"When you get a shit together..."  we turned and gave Ethan the international finger sign for "you're number 1."

"Sorry" he said with not the slightest hint of sorry in his voice

Two things happened simultaneously

Tiny was looking at the posters that hung over the desk. I'd seen enough to know they were looking at the posters, but didn't pay that much mind until Tiny shouted.

"Shit!"

At almost exactly the same time Round Trip Jones who had cautiously worked his way to the front of the giant room bent down and turned off the television and just like that he was gone.





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