The concrete floors did little to prevent the sound slipping through. If you were here last week, you would've heard the racket right through the building from the robots.
Without a commcast, it's impossible to see the network of people around you. Is she the only resident left in the building?
She pushes herself up from the sofa, still holding onto her phone. The empty bottle of whiskey on the end table rocks as she gets up off the sofa. Staggering to one side, she sighs and further rubs her eyes, far too much to drink last night.
Her phone dings and vibrates in her hand.
(2) New Message Notifications
She enters her unlock pattern and clicks onto the message. The darkness fills the room almost instantly afterward.
Mentally and physically.
New messages from Unknown
you have 7 minutes to get out of that apartment
i will be waiting by block b4-4 and i am leaving in 6 minutes 50 seconds
In the pitch black darkness, her jaw drops and she stumbles backward. The bottle topples and it dinks off the corner of the end table. She can hear it half spin in the air before it crashes onto the concrete floor. The building falls silent for a moment.
There are some loud mumbles from below, followed by what sounds like a shouted order.
Sia was unable to move. Stuck in a panic and frozen in place; the fear consumes her and shuts her down.Staring forward into the pitch black darkness, the sounds of movement and shouting from below grow louder. In the darkness, the sounds are amplified.
Managing to snap out of the shock, she looks down swiftly at her phone and activates the flashlight. When the light floods the room, she finds her feet again, her heart is beating as if it's out of her chest. She doesn't have time for hanging around.
Turning on her heels, she faces the direction of the door and bolts for it. As she puts her first foot ahead of herself to finally bring herself forward, a shard of glass below punctures her foot and digs deep into the arc of her sole. The pain shoots up her leg and sends her toppling down to the floor. The phone from her hand flies up and crashes back down onto the concrete in front of her. As she falls downward to the ground, she extends her arms to reach for the inevitable crash landing; her right wrist snaps backward upon impact to the solid floor.
Half crippled, lying in the dark over the shards of a bad mistake. The last thing she sees as the door swings open is her phone.
New message from Unknown
do not break
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