Robyn awoke, hoping that it had all been a dream... hoping that she would be
back on the bus with everyone bustling about, helping her out of the
wreckage and telling her that she'd been unconscious for hours.
Instead, Robyn awoke to the sparks, and twisted metal of a crushed, and broken elevator, with a small amount of light seeping through a gap somewhere. The elevator had apparently turned onto its side whilst it fell, and crashed down sideways with a horrendous impact.
Robyn felt sleepy and heavy, and her mind swam with nothing more than the desire to lie in this wreckage, fall asleep, and never wake up. But then something sparked in her memory from first aid, and, by way of self- diagnosis, Robyn realised that she might have a concussion.
The last thing she could do right now, would be to fall asleep. But every time she tried to move, her body would shudder a little, and give in to its own weight. Robyn was weak, and felt as if she couldn't even lift a piece of paper, let alone her own body-weight combined with metallic wreckage. She was thinking of giving in, right there and then, hoping that someone would find James and Laura eventually...
... And then her radio started to crackle, and a voice slowly faded into the midst of the electronic interference.
"Robyn?" it was James again, but he sounded desperate, panicked, and afraid, "Robyn, I hope you can hear me... All the other times you've heard my voice, it wasn't me! It was a demon, or one of those monsters. I heard people talking about you being here and... oh... I wish you could hear me"
Then there was crackling again, which slowly faded into silence, leaving Robyn feeling rejuvenated, and ready to go.
She kicked out with her feet at the bottom of the small elevator, feeling the half-mangled floor giving way to her newly found strength. Eventually, with an almighty creak, and a clang, the bottom elevator panel gave way and Robyn shuffled herself out of the wreckage, and back into the small room with the table and the gun.
She saw that the elevator had fallen at such an angle that it had become wedged in the elevator shaft, with just enough leeway at the bottom for Robyn to squeeze through. But as soon as Robyn was back on her feet, the elevator gave way under its own weight, and fell the rest of the way down to its doom.
Robyn turned, picked up the gun. Cocked, and loaded it... and readied herself to show these monsters exactly what hell is.
Instead, Robyn awoke to the sparks, and twisted metal of a crushed, and broken elevator, with a small amount of light seeping through a gap somewhere. The elevator had apparently turned onto its side whilst it fell, and crashed down sideways with a horrendous impact.
Robyn felt sleepy and heavy, and her mind swam with nothing more than the desire to lie in this wreckage, fall asleep, and never wake up. But then something sparked in her memory from first aid, and, by way of self- diagnosis, Robyn realised that she might have a concussion.
The last thing she could do right now, would be to fall asleep. But every time she tried to move, her body would shudder a little, and give in to its own weight. Robyn was weak, and felt as if she couldn't even lift a piece of paper, let alone her own body-weight combined with metallic wreckage. She was thinking of giving in, right there and then, hoping that someone would find James and Laura eventually...
... And then her radio started to crackle, and a voice slowly faded into the midst of the electronic interference.
"Robyn?" it was James again, but he sounded desperate, panicked, and afraid, "Robyn, I hope you can hear me... All the other times you've heard my voice, it wasn't me! It was a demon, or one of those monsters. I heard people talking about you being here and... oh... I wish you could hear me"
Then there was crackling again, which slowly faded into silence, leaving Robyn feeling rejuvenated, and ready to go.
She kicked out with her feet at the bottom of the small elevator, feeling the half-mangled floor giving way to her newly found strength. Eventually, with an almighty creak, and a clang, the bottom elevator panel gave way and Robyn shuffled herself out of the wreckage, and back into the small room with the table and the gun.
She saw that the elevator had fallen at such an angle that it had become wedged in the elevator shaft, with just enough leeway at the bottom for Robyn to squeeze through. But as soon as Robyn was back on her feet, the elevator gave way under its own weight, and fell the rest of the way down to its doom.
Robyn turned, picked up the gun. Cocked, and loaded it... and readied herself to show these monsters exactly what hell is.