GeneStorm by Paul Kidd

Author:Paul Kidd
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, apocalypse, exploration, furry, furry drama, furry anthropomorphic, furry fiction, furry action, furry adventure, apocalypse adventure
Publisher: Paul Kidd

Chapter 9

Headlights shone hazy beams of light down into the wide, dark halls.

The explorers moved slowly forwards, scanning every doorway in their path. The halls were carpeted with a thick layer of dust that rose to shimmer in the light beams.

The corridors showed litter here and there: old plastic sheets covered in typing, or sheets of ‘smart paper’ that were now blank and inert. As Snapper carefully chalked a mark onto the walls, Kitterpokkie knelt and carefully sifted through some of the fallen debris.

“I’m thinking this may have been a communications centre of some kind.” The mantis carefully blew a plastic sheet free of dust, and read the letterhead. “This one says ‘Ministry of Health’….” She picked up others that had fallen from as file. “Here. ‘Ministry of Science – Revised requirements for regional quarantine against biological attack.’…”

Raymond had found a folding sheet that detailed the ancient rail network. He inspected the map, and slipped it away into his pocket.

“An emergency seat of government, perhaps. It would explain the presence of the generator.”

“Indeed. Yes, indeed.”

A side room had once been filled with some sort of emergency gear – crates of filter masks, which would have been almost useless against the GeneStorm plague. The plastic of the masks had decayed. Beau searched briefly through the boxes, then backed quietly out again.

The group moved onwards. In the rooms beside them, dust had gathered over ancient yellow bones. Onan peered this way and that, ever watchful, fluffing up his crest and looking wary.

They reached a corridor junction. Snapper carefully took off her helmet and pressed her head fins against first one wall and then another. Finally, she listened carefully to the floor.

The vibrations seemed far stronger as she came closer to the floor. The shark looked down, musing, while Raymond came forward to glower impatiently at the dark.

“These are merely offices. A generator would be placed elsewhere. It would be heavy equipment. It would be placed somewhere with solid flooring – concrete or stone.”

“Possibly in a basement – depending on what cargo access they might have had…” Snapper shone her light down both ends of the new intersection. “Patience. We’re getting there, Mister Raymond. We’re getting…”

A man came screaming out of a nearby room, stumbling in horror. One of his arms was writhing and changing, sprouting hairs like the leg of an enormous fly. He staggered up towards Kitterpokkie, begging – shrieking. All of a sudden the man pulled a blaster pistol from his holster, and shot himself clean through the head. The corpse fell clean through Kitterpokkie, vanishing as it hit the floor.

Kitt almost leapt clean out of her shell. She sprang away, slapping at herself, making a screeching, squeaking noise of disgust and terror.

“Mother of God-Fish!”

“It’s okay! It’s all right! Just another vision.” Snapper held up a hand: no one had opened fire. The vision was already fading and vanishing. “Beau – did you see that?”

“Thankfully no.” Beau helped Kitterpokkie to her feet. “Was it a tad grim?”

“Horrible.” Kitterpokkie was quite distraught.

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