Amy jumped as she watched the glass fall, and the great beast of a man twitched, his fingers clenching and his muscles tensing.
"OY!" She cried out, distracting Joseph from his crazed moment.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice shaking as he tried to calm down, and he lifted his fists to his eyes, covering his face. "Just thinking of him, I get so-"
"Well, don't." She told him simply. She settled back in her chair, looking frustrated and bored, while inside frightened like hell. There wasn't room enough for two out of control people in the small room.
"It's hard." He told her quietly, his voice barely above a rumbling whisper. "Every time I think of him I can barely control myself, I got so angry! And when I see him, I go crazy. I can't control it."
"Then stop thinking about it." She told him confidently, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. She stood up slowly, turning to face the door. "How do we get out?"
Joseph looked at her somewhat incredulously. "I've never even been in this part of the room before, how could I know how it works."
"Well that sort of attitude isn't going to get us out now, is it?" She asked him, absent-mindedly rubbing her leg.
He chuckled softly at her tone, surprising himself, having not laughed for months. "I imagine we would leave through the door."
"Yes..." She said. "But how do we open it?" She tried clawing with her fingernails at the point where the door met the doorframe, but was obviously unsuccessful. "D'ya think you can bang it down?" She suggested.
He eyed up the heavy door, its cool metal surface and sturdy frame. "I could try." He stepped forward, and gestured to Amy to step back, which she did willingly. He raised his arms, and clenched his fists, glaring at the door as he judged its worth. After a few seconds of this he brought down his fists hard onto the unforgiving metal.
The thud of the impact rang through the room; a dull, ringing noise that reverberated through and made Amy wince as it hit her eardrums. She stepped forward to inspect the damage inflicted on the door, and sighed. The door stood as firm as it had before, and not so much as a dent showed on the shiny metal surface.
"Right," she said, her Scottish accent drawing out the word. "That's not going to work." She turned round, shrugged to Joseph, and sat back down, surveying the room. Her eyes scoured the walls, first the small drawer built into the wall that the Doctor had found earlier, memorising how it looked, then onto the rest of the metal panelling, before she found more. Three, to be exact.
She walked over to the far wall where the three drawers were located, and studied them closely, her nose almost touching the cool metal. After a few seconds she gingerly reached out and pressed the metal of the top drawer, like she had with the panels in front of the speakers, until she felt it click in. She jumped back as she released her fingertips, and the slim drawer popped out. She plucked it out fully, the metal fully extending from the wall, and looked inside.
Nothing much in that drawer, just a photo: a dark haired girl was looking sultrily over her shoulder out from the shiny paper, the words Jazzy B scrawled across it. Amy placed the photo back in, and shut the drawer.
She did the same with the middle slot, but it was empty.
The third drawer was different from the others. When Amy pressed in the slot, it instead slid down on a slant, revealing a flat screen which lit up as soon as it had slid out fully.
Amy jumped as she heard a large bang from behind her, and looked towards the noise. She looked just in time to see Joseph punching the door a second time, and then going in for a full shoulder slam. Each time the door remained as intact as before.
"OY!" She called over to him, and he turned around, panting from the exertion. "We tried that already."
"What else is there to do?" He asked her.
Nothing, Amy realised. Perhaps the best thing he could do would be to use his strength to at least try to get the door open.
"Carry on then." She told him, and looked back to the screen, ignoring the echoing bangs behind her. The screen had now lit up, the blue light hurting her eyes in contrast to the bleak room around her, but welcome all the same: blue was her favourite colour. The screen was a classic, recognisable menu screen, with six buttons, seemingly in different languages, and only one in which she recognised: the word 'English'. She pressed down on that option, and the screen faded, to be replaced with a menu list. Buried amongst the "Introduction to your base" and "How to expand" was a more relevant looking option: "Locking the safe room".
"The safe room can be used for many purposes, blah blah blah..." Amy read out, scrolling down a bit. "To deadlock your safe room from the inside, press the lock button on the left of the door. The button will come with a key, keep hold of this." She looked round to the door, seeing the button, sans key. "We don't have the key."
That was greeted by another hefty thud at the ever unmovable door.
"With the key, the door can be opened at any time from the inside. Not helpful." She said. "If not, the door will open automatically twelve hours after the button has been pushed. To prevent this, press the button again, and the door will stay closed a further twelve hours." She looked around again. "Stay away from that button, alright?"
He started to kick the door.
"The door cannot be opened from outside while deadlocked." She read aloud. "Great."
Joseph stopped kicking.
I know, I know. I'm awful. I don't update enough. But I promise, it's because I'm busy. I have assignments, and essays, and so many youtube videos that are all shiny and pretty. But I'm getting there.
So. I love you all. I miss you all (distinct lack of reviews recently [SAD FACE]). Christmas holidays coming up very very soon, so that means more time to write. I challenge myself to finish this before the exciting Christmas episode. You must encourage me, yes?