Soulless (The Immortal Gene Trilogy Book 1) by Jacinta Maree

Author:Jacinta Maree [Maree, Jacinta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inked Rabbit Publishing
Published: 2015-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

We walked beside the fence for about an hour, looking for a way in when we found a child-size water pipe sealed behind iron bars. Diesel lifted the heavy rim up like a hatchet and we squeezed through onto our bellies into the pipeline. The water was clean but cold as we commando crawled through on our elbows. Once the pipe opened up, we had enough headspace to walk while slightly crouched as Frankie led the group with a flashlight. The water sat at our ankles as we walked further into the pipe network before stepping into a large, underground bunker. We used the concreted ramp to step out of the water, and followed the footpath along the walls into the hollowed tunnel and further into the mill. We walked for hours, making our way inwards into the main section of the underground system. Inside the concreted tomb, there wasn’t any natural sunlight and the lights running along the walls had long burnt out. Not even Frankie’s single flash light could break through the shadows surrounding us.

As we walked in silence, Vance suddenly tripped causing a sudden loud crack above us. Frankie swung the torch toward him just as Diesel grabbed Vance’s shirt and hauled him back. From the top corners, a thick slab of concrete hanging from the roof on wires swished past them, slamming into the wall so hard the entire room shook.

Vance scrambled back up on his feet, his harsh blue eyes wide in shock. Frankie quickly ran to his side. “Vance? Are you hurt?”

Vance grabbed his chest. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Diesel stepped around and picked up the snapped string near Vance’s feet. “These are trigger points.” He took the flashlight from Frankie and shone it further up the room. “Who knows how many are out there.”

“Well…” I stepped up beside Diesel. “At least this means someone’s home. If there are traps that must mean there are people and when there are people, there must be supplies.”

“Still thinking of your stomach?” Diesel teased as he turned back around, swinging the torchlight across the room. “What we need is more light.”

An idea suddenly struck me. “Hey, Diesel, you still have those matches, yeah? There were some old pallets a few rooms back that we can use as torches.”

“Not a bad idea. You wait here and I’ll go get them.” Diesel walked back through the corridors before returning with two pallets, one under each arm. He snapped the wooden planks out of their frames before distributing them. Then, with the matches, he managed to catch one alight. Once the flame was strong enough, we used it to set the others alight too.

“We shouldn’t be too far away from the exit,” Frankie said as she took her torch. “It should just be straight forward from here.”

The orange flare from the fire helped illuminate the surrounding corridors as we continued. My stomach was in constant chatter as I curled my arm around myself.

“I sure hope your friend Vic has some food,” I winced.

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