Tinker

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 10 (v.1)

Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Chapter Ten

 

 

 

All three of us ran, trying to find as many people we knew as possible. Landon found Andrew with Jack, but Jack had refused to come with us. Jamie and Skye came with us, even though Jamie wasn’t so keen on staying with me. 

We ran down the stairs as fast as we could. We could hear people’s screams echoing from the landings whenever we passed them. There was glass breaking, people crying, coughing, screaming out names in search of loved ones. 

When we finally made it down to the lobby, people were still spilling out of the building. I was holding on to Landon, Jamie holding on to Skye, and Andrew was behind me while Paul was next to Landon. 

We ran for the exit, moving out of the way of falling debris and bumping into people. I looked up at the high, intricate ceiling. The one that used to be beautiful, with gold plated designs. A huge crack was beginning to form. 

The building was collapsing. 

Fast.

I ran faster, pulling Landon behind me and pulling Andrew so that we’d all be forced to sprint. The door was closer, but the gold debris was beginning to fall behind us, kicking up dust and silencing the screams of the teens behind us. We just made it out of the doors. I remember looking behind me, at the trapped kids trying to make it out of there alive. People screaming, climbing out of their cars to run before the robots made it to the roads. More and more people began to spill out of the Tinkering House, but then the ceiling collapsed. 

Dust kicked up from the sandy roads. People rushed, tripping and falling in their mad dash to survive. 

We made our way to Andrew’s house, running to the back. There was a single steel outhouse-looking thing in the back, no trees or flowers. 

Andrew unlocked it, revealing a huge flight of stairs leading downwards into the earth. The screams were haunting now, distant and echoing around us. We ran downstairs and as I looked back, Andrew slammed the door closed, sliding locks in place and pushing buttons to make sure it was as locked as it was going to get. I could only barely hear the haunting shouts from outside.

“Wait, my mom.” my eyes grew wide. I felt my heart begin to race. 

Andrew shook his head, breathing heavily. 

“Andrew, we need to find my mom. S-She’s all I have left!” I felt my throat clutch as I pulled at my hair. 

“We can’t, Hannah! It’s to dangerous!” He was still shaking his head, staring at me as if I was crazy. 

“N-No, we need to find her. We need to.” 

‘The last thing you did was argue with her. You’re a terrible daughter. 

At that moment, every terrible emotion left in me exploded. 

Fear.

Disappointment.

Hate.

Grief.

I collapsed right there, sobbing on my knees. 

Andrew sat there with me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I managed, sobbing into my hands. 

He helped me down the stairs while I cried and cried. When we got to the bunker, It was bigger than I had imagined. There was tons of food, a gas oven and a self-powered refrigerator. In one closet there were guns, a first aid kit, and flashlights with an impossible amount of batteries, in another there was... wait for it... even more food. There had to be food for at least 3 years in there, or more. There were a bunch of old memory foam cots, which were okay but not too comfy, and a dog bed. 

A fully grown german shepherd bounded out of the room with all of the beds, sprinting towards Andrew. 

“Bella!” Andrew knelt down, ready to greet the dog. Bella had been coming with more force than he had been prepared for. Bella had knocked Andrew down, standing on top of him and licking his face. 

“Now, how is it that you guys have a bunker back here?” Skye asked, looking around with her huge eyes. 

“My parents were conspiracy theorists, every house we’d ever lived in we had built a bunker in.” Andrew shrugged. 

I sat down at the table in the middle of the room, things bouncing around my head as hard and as fast as they could. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them. 

Bang.

Everyone’s heads snapped towards the door leading to the stairs. There were two flights of stairs, two steel doors, and at least 20 locks between us and the outside world. 

Bang. 

Bella got into a defensive position in front of Andrew. Andrew stood up, his hand in his back pocket, searching for something. He slipped out a gun and held it close to his body. 

Bang. 

Jamie and Skye whimpered and took a step back. Landon stepped towards me, almost careful not to tip off anything that was out there as to if any one was down here. 

Bang. 

This one was louder this time, harder. Landon held my hand in his, squeezing it softly. 

Bang. 

Bella started to growl, her back hunched over and the fur on her back prickling. She was fearless. I took a step back towards Landon, ready to run if anything came down the stairs. 

“Everyone go down the hallway, first door on the right. Shut the door and don’t open it. Lock it well. If it comes down here, don’t come up looking for me.” Andrew breathed, holding his gun out towards the door. 

“But And-” Skye whimpered. 

Bang. 

“Go!” Andrew stared at us out of the corner of his eye and watched us all run down the hallway. He turned his gaze back towards the door. 

“Why am I so stupid?” He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

 

The next morning, we woke up at God-knows-when. It was early. Too early for my taste. 

My eyes opened slowly. A wave of panic washed over me as I wondered where I was. It took a couple of seconds for everything to come back, and when it did, it came back hard. Everything flashed before my eyes.

The robots.

The panic.

My mom. 

I hung my legs over the side of my cot. We were all still in our Tinkering uniforms. Everyone else was still asleep. I decided to go out and check on Andrew. 

I crept out into the hallway, being careful not to wake anyone up. I tiptoed out to the living room, inching closer and closer, not knowing what to expect. 

And there Andrew was, asleep in a chair with Bella by his side and a gun in his hand. 

I smiled, took the gun out of his hand and set it down on the table next to him. I decided to take it upon myself to cook breakfast, taking some bacon, eggs, and some biscuits out of the pantry, mainly because that was the only thing that they had that said breakfast to me besides some stale cereal. 

“Maybe I'll get drunk again, I'll be drunk again, I'll be drunk again, to feel a little love...” I smiled, singing underneath my breath.  

 

 

2 years later

 

 

I am so fucking sick of these idiots it is insane.

We have been stuck in this bunker for 2 years. I honestly can’t handle it anymore. 

Every morning, we wake up at about 5. The only reason we know what time it is is from our phones that don’t even have any signal anymore anyways. Every morning, it’s the same old thing. Bacon, powdered eggs, and some biscuits.

I never thought I’d ever say this, but I’m pretty damn sick of bacon.  

Landon and I are still together. We haven’t been outside since the cyborgs went loose, and our shelter is still okay. We were planning on going out today, to assess the damage, but Jamie was too afraid to do it. 

Skye committed suicide after the first year. 

I found her lying on the floor with her bottle of pain killers in her hand, empty. She had been so stressed; she hadn’t been able to sleep and her mind had been slowly unraveling. Andrew was crushed. He wouldn’t eat, or sleep, which hurts me as much as it hurts him. Andrew and I have gotten close over these last two years. 

We’re going out tomorrow, and I don’t care if we have to leave that blonde little bimbo behind. She’ll just have to hold down the fort and make herself something. 

I always cook, she cleans, Andrew and Landon and scan the radio for any transmissions, and Paul plays the guitar that Andrew’s dad kept down here. Bella’s still alive, thank god. The dog’s an angel. She doesn’t bark all too much, she helps out, she listens, she doesn’t crap everywhere, she’s such an amazing dog. 

Paul played Give Me Love last night, his voice sounded just like Ed’s. His voice was so beautiful. I sung the higher harmony, our voices mixing together perfectly. 

“My, my, my, my, oh give me love, my, my, my, my, oh give me love...” I closed my eyes and let the music engulf me, chills running up and down my back. 

I didn’t know what to expect tomorrow, if everything was going to be gone or if it was all a dream and I was going to wake up soon. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I couldn’t wait to get out of the small bunker. The stale air was bitter and heavy by this point. 

I closed my eyes that night, Bella’s head laid on top of my legs. I looked over at Landon in the bed beside me, his blue eyes still wide open. 

“Babe?”

He turned his head towards me, smiling weakly. 

“Yes?” He whispered back, trying not to wake anyone up. He turned his entire body towards mine, propping his head on his arm. 

“What do you think will happen tomorrow?” I reached out for his hand and he reached out for mine, intertwining his fingers with my own. 

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think we’ll see, I mean.”

Landon huffed out air and shook his head, pressing his lips against each other and making that cute little face he makes when he’s thinking. 

“I think that you’ll be able to see your mom again,” He smiled at me, holding my hand in his tightly. “And I also think that there’s going to be a lot of damage, but no one will be seriously hurt.” 

I stared into his eyes, smiling. I knew he was only saying that to make me feel better. He knew I was scared, and I knew he was scared. 

It was a mutual feeling we both shared, a fear of the unknown and of what was to come. 

And somehow, in some way, It made me feel safe.


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