Forever Dark: Sunspots Book II by Gary Martin

Author:Gary Martin [Martin, Gary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-10T22:00:00+00:00

26

An hour and a half of sleep is not enough. Not enough for sixteen hours of hard work and certainly not enough to come up with any sort of escape plan. In auto-pilot mode, I get out of bed and put on my clothes from yesterday. I open my bag and pull out my toothbrush and head for the tiny bathroom.

I press the top of the cold tap down, and it makes the pipes above it vibrate angrily. I cup my hands under the faucet, waiting for the cold water so I can splash my face. The vibrating then stops, and a thick brown fluid oozes out of the tap.

The day has not started well.

I wipe my hands on my trousers then try to dry brush my teeth, but my mouth still tastes bad.

Robert has already gone when I walk back in to the room. He may have been gone when I woke up, but in my dazed state, I didn’t think to look. I walk to the small food dispenser and press the single button above it. A grey paste drips out of the nozzle and lands in a small pile on the dispensing tray. Is that food? I’m not sure. But I’m very hungry, and there won’t be another chance to eat until my shift is over. I pick up the tray and stare at the grey paste. Fuck it. I close my eyes, put the tray to my mouth and suck it all up. I’m very glad that it doesn’t have a taste as the texture alone makes me want to retch. I need to keep it down. I need to be able to work.

As I walk through the shitty corridors toward the recreation deck and flesh reclamation, I desperately try to think of ways out of here. I’ve watched loads of films about impossible escapes, one of them must apply to this situation. Nothing comes to mind. I don’t think I can’t even remember the films anymore. The only escapes I’ve managed in my lifetime have been blind luck or other people stepping in. I led most of Sunspot Two’s crew to death and destruction; I guess it seems about right that I’m going to lead the last of us to it as well. I’m not the ideas man. Where’s Tommy Pritchard when you need him? Oh yeah, dead.

The recreation deck still seems like a huge musically mis-matched rave when I arrive. I doubt it ever stops. I walk slowly through the throng and look around for Flick. She’s nowhere to be seen. I have one last scan around the deck as I get to the door of the clean room and, in the distance, through the smog, I see two tiny flashing red dots and I smile to myself. I was beginning to think she was a dream. I decide to go and meet her but that plan is foiled by the guard, who kicked the shit out of me yesterday, opening the door and beckoning me in.

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