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After a few minutes of searching the map for their location and Fabian suddenly forgetting what stood for S, they succeeded in sending the message through Morse code. Fabian ran a hand through his brown hair and spoke to his friends, "I don't know if anyone picked it up, but…we can only hope that we'll be found and we can get help."
"Alright, let's check out that bunker where you thought you saw Nina and see if we can find anything." Eddie suggested and they hopped out of the jeep as Joy slipped the map into her purse.
They walked into the bunker and found the bunk beds that lined the walls on either side toppled over on top of each other as if they had fallen like dominoes. A table lamp lay smashed and papers were scattered over the wood floorboards.
The three ignored the red splotches that covered most of the surfaces in the room best they could and began to search through the drawers of desks and under beds and mattresses. Fabian sifted through some of the papers on the floor that were marked Confidential; Joy pulled things out of drawers; and Eddie stared at pictures that hung on the walls.
The men and women on these walls had families. He wondered what had happened on this military base. He had never seen anything like this, except in movies. Maybe, this was an old movie set and they didn't know it. Maybe, there was nothing to worry about. Maybe, everything was okay.
"I found something," Fabian announced, holding up a piece of paper.
Eddie turned to him and pushed his thoughts away. This was real. It had to be.
"It's a letter from Sergeant Mason to Major Cameron regarding the mission they had been stationed here for with their families." He explained before he read the brief letter out loud. "'The men here are frantic. The experiment has gotten too extreme for a good number of the men, including their families. I, too, sir, have suffered the illusions caused by the fog. Some men have been experiencing suicidal thoughts; and what's worse, some have tried to murder other soldiers or their families here on the base. We've kept those men under control, but the men guarding those men are also suffering. Sir, I find it absolutely necessary to demand that you put this case under solved. There is not much to it, but this, sir: the fog is as it was described and it cannot be stopped. I don't think it is healthy for any of us to remain here and I beg you to allow us to retreat back to our homes where it is safe.'"
Joy's eyes noticeably widened as Fabian read the letter and Eddie sighed in amazement.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she screeched.
"When I think about it," Eddie began, peeking out the broken window at the rest of the bunkers around them. At the entrance of the base, a thick fog pooled on the ground; swarming around the camp and curling through the trees. "There's been that fog all over this place. I've never seen so much fog."
"And it can't be that all of those men had mental problems before they came here. Someone like that would never be in the army." Joy stated once she had calmed down from her outburst.
"If that letter's real," Eddie said, sitting down beside Fabian on the floor and taking the paper from him.
Fabian didn't say anything as he stacked the remaining papers neatly.
"What's wrong, Fabes?" Joy asked, placing a hand on his arm to get his attention.
"That letter, real for fake, was never sent. What happened to the people here?"
"I don't think we want to know at this point." Eddie sighed, standing up and brushing his pants off. "Let's head back to the car and talk to the others. Hopefully, they got farther in finding Nina than we did."
His friends nodded and they left the bunker.
None of them felt safe at that moment. According to what they had found and what they allowed their imaginations to conjure up, there was something disturbing about the fog they were walking through. People had died at that military base and it might not have been possible for anyone to have escaped. Anyone could have killed the people, and that person could still be out there, in the fog.
They weren't safe, and they knew that.
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