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Awaken the Hydrogen Bomb

Part 1 - Spliced

By Zombie BitesPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Aster's stomach coiled into an unbreakable twist of soft tissue and spilling acid. His weight broke the decaying leaves underneath his trembling feet. His legs were struggling to keep him on the right path, almost like the cartilage in his knees were sliding around in between his bones.

He watched as his friends, if he can even call them that, trudged on through the pines. They laughed at horribly distasteful jokes, and was messing with the expensive camera that Logan brought to record the "paranormal."

Through the thick spines of mighty scarlet oaks and thorns of great pine trees their was a massive fortress made of steel and concrete.

Aster was not one to fear the unknown, yet he felt a sense of dread In between the cracks of the forgotten laboratory. Even though he had never seen this place, as far as he can remember, it seems as if he could feel the agonizing pain that once lived here; which scares him even more. The rage of a storm tore through him chest making its way to his head causing his brain to throb, and the vibration of thunder rattling his teeth.

The ignorance of what he calls his friends forced him to fallow through with their mischievous deeds. Logan and Greg pushed past Aster to face the stone beast. The shadow of the growling monster devoured the boys, yet they stood their ground clinching their bolt cutter.

They approached the rusty chains that held a sign above it, warning everyone who would dare enter of the impending doom inside; which only drew them in more. Johanna and Mary where right on their heels to making sure to document the whole event.

The sharp steel cut through the brittle chains with ease letting it collide with the earth like a fallen tree.

The neglected hinges screeched open as the delicate hands of the immature pushed the banshee to it limits. The boys tucked the bolt cutter back into their bags and pulled out flashlights while the girls fallowed suit.

Aster's worn out boots seemed to have fused with the cement which made it impossible for him to move on. Beads of sweat spilled from his pores pooling above his eyebrows and around his neck. His body shook from the tectonic plates colliding together and making cracks in his lips from the pressure.

Steady air was disrupted by the sound waves of stomping feet and clicking heels. Light beams broke through the shadows of forgotten corners and empty corridors. Their tattered shoes lifted the untouched dust from the seams of broken tiles. Johanna turned towards the door they entered to see a silhouette of Aster in the door way.

"Are you coming?" she hissed at him for loitering by the doors. His heart screamed at him to stay but his brain didn't want to be alone. Out of desperation, he shuffled towards them bringing up more dust that almost looked like glitter in the fading sunlight. When Aster made it to the group, he got acknowledged by disappointed stares and annoyed eye rolls. He put his head down and pulled out his flashlight.

They tried opening several doors, and each one was sealed shut with windows to small to fit an arm through. Each hall seemed to tell their own story of madness and tragedy that had bittersweet endings. Wisp of musky spirits floated around the destruction of the once lively place.

They turned a corner and were presented to a spiraling stairwell that disappeared into the night sky. The group dared Aster to climb the spiraling steps into the void, and threatened him with the gossip they would spread if he "chickens out." He hesitated as he shuffled towards the crooked steps.

His heart rang in his ears like sirens blaring. There was a beast invading his chest and it was trying to dig its way out; it was clawing at his torso, breaking his rib cage, and cracking his spine. His legs felt week from the poison the beast vomits that runs down the inside of his stomach in between his legs muscle tissue and then pooling around his feet and corroding his bones.

The stairs steps seemed to never end. The other followed 3 steps behind cheering him on yet calling him names. He was reaching the top near ready to vomit when a girl came into view.

To be continued...

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