Roam_Within the Wall_The night I died_Buzz NightGear
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Roam
Warning: Reader discretion advised.“Shit. Fuuck!” All she wanted was to start a damn fire! Should have known better. Nyx’s lungs burned, she hissed with every breath of carbon dioxide that re-entered her lungs through her face mask. “Screw this bullshit!”The sound of an engine revving assaulted her ears. He was getting closer. The thick soles of her boots crunched under the stone rubble in her frenzied escape. Nyx hurriedly took a left into an alleyway. Maniacal laughter sent chills down her spine. “Can’t run forever, girly!” Her pursuer howled in a mocking tone.C’mon, c’mon. Wasn’t this sicko...
Within the Wall
I don't recall the precise moment I was led into this predicament. What was now had turned into what was then, my reminiscent world has turned into an undefined murk of a shadow. When was it? When I hindered the seeing of this world: my home, my work, the outdoors, all of it. Was the sky always accompanied by clouds? The setting of the sun, what color was it? Did grass have a particular shape? Was my inquisitive manner ever so constant? When did I begin these probes? And why do I hear the voices of others? Now, do not think of me as absurd. The voices truly do belong to people, as far as I can...
The night I died
The officer —Platt, I think, judging from the name badge he had on— eyed me with concern. He had dark bags protruding from underneath his eyes. He was tired, I understood, but I wasn't crazy. Definitely not.“But, sir...” He trailed off, confused, before picking up where he left. “Sir, you are standing before me. How then could you be dead?”I tried to explain. Tried to tell him enough without spilling too much.“So you were where at the moment?” He asked, a crease in his brow. He was a genuine man. That I had garnered from the way he seemed concerned about my seemingly retarded issue.“I was on t...
Buzz NightGear
It had been a long shift and Liz was looking forward to a little "me time". As she made her way through the halls of the Stearns Antarctic Radio Hub, she was struck with a familiar thought."This place looks more like a hotel than a research station."She of course knew that one of the main purposes of the Stearns Hub was to act as a way-point between the other various Antarctic research stations. She also knew that the warm colors were meant to be a calming contwww.onedoor.ccrast to the bitter cold and stark white vastness of the ice shelf outside the Hub.The walls were painted a pale yellow with accents of ...