Month: March 2017

Chapter 8

The door, fortunately, was a push door. I doubt I’d have been able to pry it open otherwise. That said, upon its opening the water sucked me down in a vortex that pulled me every which way-and-when. Past the threshold went little ol’ me,…

Chapter 7

I looked in on some of the abandoned offices as I descended and I wondered what had become of all the workers. Had they met the same fate as Ms. Smith, banished to the forest below? Below¬†the lowest level of the complex, I saw…