"Move over!"
"Your foot is in my face!"
"C'mon get out of the way!"
The three bulky men crawled through the narrow pipe ways of the complex. At first it was easy except for the lack of space, then the lack of air. Soon gases filled the little air they had left. They were in a lot of trouble. After about ten minutes of crawling Youngman feinted. Turning around and going back would take just as long as going forward. They had to continue going forward. They dragged on through the dank tunnels, only interrupted by short inserted gratings looking into radiation-filled rooms. It seemed the farther they traveled in the thicker the toxin grew. At some point, when they looked out the bent rusted grating, the entire room was filled with radioactive waste.
Although this looked like the most dangerous room they'd seen yet, it was their destination, the chemical storage rooms. Vats of glowing poison sat ready for distribution around the base. Unfortunately the venom took the pleasure of distributing itself throughout the complex.
"So this is the source of all that green shit," Reeves huffed.
"C'mon Reeves we gotta get Youngman out of here," Wallace instructed.
Such a task would be simple however the pipe they had been traveling in came to its destination in the room at the ceiling, meaning it was about a thirty-foot fall from the tube to the chemical-riddled floor. The jump was far too high, especially when one of the three was unconscious. There was nothing to break their fall but the thick hazardous fluid.
"How the hell are we gonna get down?" Wallace grieved.
"We got two options," Reeves began digging around his pack, "We can do a suicide jump into that acid goo," He dug around some more "or," He pulled out a handful of junk, containing a flare, a flashlight, and some miscellaneous metal garbage, "We can make ourselves some stairs."
"Where'd you get that crap?"
"From the supply room"
"How are we gonna get a flashlight to get three people down a thirty-foot drop?"
"Just watch, your not the only technological person here, ya' know..."
Wallace rolled his eyes. He was exhausted from carrying Youngman the whole way. He was still alive, his status meter said so, he just wasn't able to handle the gas. Wallace wouldn't be too angry if he was dead anyway. He was just slowing them all down.
Reeves crawled around, peeking out the grating, picking the right section of tubing to begin his experiment. He took a good guess and laid the mess of equipment down. He unscrewed the top of the flashlight and popped the large batteries out. He aimed the bulb and its reflective base in a strategic position. He placed the metal junk in a circle around the batteries.
"Hold on, we're in for a quick fall" Reeves advised.
Wallace gripped Youngman tighter.
Reeves ripped the cap off the flare and the red flame immediately mixed with the gassy air, heated up the batteries, (their heat bounced off the bulb to increase the power) Wallace threw his head down, and the batteries exploded, the metal shot throw the thick metal tube's siding. The other end of tube began to bend down. It was going fast. Wallace's heart skipped every other beat. The tube bent on a three or foot angle and stopped.
"What the hell?" Wallace yelled.
"Shit! It was supposed to slide down! We're not even half way there!" Reeves explained.
"Well...do something!"
Reeves aimed his rifle at the hole-spotted rim and shot multiple rounds at it.
The tube fell the way it was supposed to. It was going fast now. The tunnel hit the cement ground with a smash, ripped through it and aimed in the chemicals.
"SHIT!" Reeves proclaimed once more. The tube was now on a very sharp angle, which the three slowly slid down into the bio-toxin. They had one quick second to pull off a maneuver to save themselves. While they were sliding, Reeves kicked open the grating and flew onto the concrete surface. The Youngman-bearing-Wallace followed. They were another step closer. The gates from which the demons spawned from were ever closer. Supplies were short, time was short, and hope was even shorter.
"Your foot is in my face!"
"C'mon get out of the way!"
The three bulky men crawled through the narrow pipe ways of the complex. At first it was easy except for the lack of space, then the lack of air. Soon gases filled the little air they had left. They were in a lot of trouble. After about ten minutes of crawling Youngman feinted. Turning around and going back would take just as long as going forward. They had to continue going forward. They dragged on through the dank tunnels, only interrupted by short inserted gratings looking into radiation-filled rooms. It seemed the farther they traveled in the thicker the toxin grew. At some point, when they looked out the bent rusted grating, the entire room was filled with radioactive waste.
Although this looked like the most dangerous room they'd seen yet, it was their destination, the chemical storage rooms. Vats of glowing poison sat ready for distribution around the base. Unfortunately the venom took the pleasure of distributing itself throughout the complex.
"So this is the source of all that green shit," Reeves huffed.
"C'mon Reeves we gotta get Youngman out of here," Wallace instructed.
Such a task would be simple however the pipe they had been traveling in came to its destination in the room at the ceiling, meaning it was about a thirty-foot fall from the tube to the chemical-riddled floor. The jump was far too high, especially when one of the three was unconscious. There was nothing to break their fall but the thick hazardous fluid.
"How the hell are we gonna get down?" Wallace grieved.
"We got two options," Reeves began digging around his pack, "We can do a suicide jump into that acid goo," He dug around some more "or," He pulled out a handful of junk, containing a flare, a flashlight, and some miscellaneous metal garbage, "We can make ourselves some stairs."
"Where'd you get that crap?"
"From the supply room"
"How are we gonna get a flashlight to get three people down a thirty-foot drop?"
"Just watch, your not the only technological person here, ya' know..."
Wallace rolled his eyes. He was exhausted from carrying Youngman the whole way. He was still alive, his status meter said so, he just wasn't able to handle the gas. Wallace wouldn't be too angry if he was dead anyway. He was just slowing them all down.
Reeves crawled around, peeking out the grating, picking the right section of tubing to begin his experiment. He took a good guess and laid the mess of equipment down. He unscrewed the top of the flashlight and popped the large batteries out. He aimed the bulb and its reflective base in a strategic position. He placed the metal junk in a circle around the batteries.
"Hold on, we're in for a quick fall" Reeves advised.
Wallace gripped Youngman tighter.
Reeves ripped the cap off the flare and the red flame immediately mixed with the gassy air, heated up the batteries, (their heat bounced off the bulb to increase the power) Wallace threw his head down, and the batteries exploded, the metal shot throw the thick metal tube's siding. The other end of tube began to bend down. It was going fast. Wallace's heart skipped every other beat. The tube bent on a three or foot angle and stopped.
"What the hell?" Wallace yelled.
"Shit! It was supposed to slide down! We're not even half way there!" Reeves explained.
"Well...do something!"
Reeves aimed his rifle at the hole-spotted rim and shot multiple rounds at it.
The tube fell the way it was supposed to. It was going fast now. The tunnel hit the cement ground with a smash, ripped through it and aimed in the chemicals.
"SHIT!" Reeves proclaimed once more. The tube was now on a very sharp angle, which the three slowly slid down into the bio-toxin. They had one quick second to pull off a maneuver to save themselves. While they were sliding, Reeves kicked open the grating and flew onto the concrete surface. The Youngman-bearing-Wallace followed. They were another step closer. The gates from which the demons spawned from were ever closer. Supplies were short, time was short, and hope was even shorter.