Tinker

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

Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Chapter Five

 

 

 

 

She ushered us in, standing watch by the door. Mrs. W was like a hawk. 

“I’ve gotta check if she’s okay.” Landon mumbled to me as we were walking. 

“I was about to say the exact same thing.” I nodded.

We waited until Mrs. W wasn’t looking to sneak around the side of the building. Landon held my hand tightly in his as we darted around corners, trying to find the door. 

We finally found it. It was old and wood, with medal handles and one grimy old window. 

I pushed on it softly, hearing the wood creak and groan. Landon and I slid into the room, trying to be quiet as possible. 

There were high, moldy, old ceilings, and cement floors. There were long hallways with wooden cells.

Guards stood at each hallway.

I couldn’t shake the smell of tears, vomit, and blood. 

Mostly blood.

Quiet sobbing came from the majority of the cells. I was only able to see one person inside the cell closest to me. She was dressed in the Tinkering uniform, her shirt and shoes torn up. Her blonde hair was wild. There were scars on her arms and legs and on her face. Her eyes were huge. She was backed up into a corner, crouched and waiting for someone to make a move towards her. She seemed just about ready to pounce at anyone who came near her. You could see the dried tears on her face. Her lips, whispering something repetitively. 

The guard walked past her, not paying attention. 

She hissed and pounced on the bars. She opened her jaw as far as it could go and shrieked at him, shaking the bars. 

The guard didn’t even shake. He just continued down the hallway, leaving the girl alone with her cell.

She continued to screech and cry out, reaching her arms out towards the guard. She clawed and clawed at the air, tears slicing through her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. 

I looked over at Landon. He seemed shocked. His mouth was wide open and he looked like he was damn near about to cry. I took his hand and we ran out of there as if all hell was on our heels.

“What was that about?” I asked him, my hand still in his. 

He wiped his eyes and let out a breath. 

“That was Jack’s sister, Kailee.”

I felt my stomach drop. 

“Well, we’ve gotta tell him!” I managed, my fingers and legs shaking as we walked to the elevator to get up to our floor. We were both in engineering today. I picked up my radio, blowing into the battery power to start it. Everything was powered by either light or wind. Once we got up to the landings, I wouldn’t have to blow into the radio anymore. The tropical breeze would take care of that, so long as I kept it the same direction as always. 

“We can’t! I know Jack. He’ll want to go into the lab and get his sister.”

“He’ll want to know that Kailee’s still alive! I know I would if I were in his position.” 

Jack knew that the zombie that was taking Kailee’s place wasn’t her. She was too happy all the time. 

“Hannah Steele online, coming up the elevator. Radio me if you need anything. Over.” I reported into the small radio, my voice still shaking. 

“Hannah come to landing number 400, we need some repairs on the steel girders and communication towers. Over.” The fuzzy voice came through the receiver. I recognized it as a girl I had talked to a couple times. Her name was Leigh Anne, I think. She had fiery red hair and bright green eyes.

I watched as Landon was asked to go to landing number 405, because some piping broke and there was a gas leak. We could still talk, our landings were almost next to each other.

“But he’ll want to go over there and beat those guard’s asses for taking his sister. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think he’s up to it.” 

“Why not?”

“Did you see how the guard reacted to Kailee flipping a shit while he was walking by her? It was almost as if he was a machine.”

I relived the moment in my head. The guard’s movements were stiff and shaky, and his face didn’t even twitch. I don’t even think he blinked.

I nodded, sighing. 

“I guess you’re right. I still think we should tell him, though.”

“So do I, I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

The elevator hissed to a stop on the 400th landing. 100 landings on each floor made it the fourth floor up from the factories, which took up about 10 floors. The 4th floor was already high up, but not as high as I would normally like to go. I normally like going to the 807th landing. That’s my normal spot, where I can see the islands and the pier and the little boats going from island to island. On the 400th landing, the smells from the construction site underneath us were distinct. You could see the smog more clearly and you could only see the beaches. 

We stepped towards our landings. I went my way and he went his. I could smell the gas from the elevator. It was sweet but thick, filling your lungs even if you didn’t mean to breathe it in. 

He ran towards the gas leak. We weren’t equipped with gas masks or anything like that. The gas wasn’t toxic, it actually put you on a little high for a while if you breathed it in for too long. The idiotic boys liked to bust pipes just for the high. 

I walked out from the hallway onto the small landing and sat down. I held on to the side and swung myself over, the wrench in my hand and a couple of nuts and bolts in my pocket. 

Leigh Anne’s bright red hair was mega curly. She had it tied up in a ponytail, the ringlets rolling down her back and ending in an orangey color. Her hair looked like fire. She had a thick southern accent that made some things harder to understand. 

“So?” She beamed.

“So... what?” 

“What’s up with you two?” She motioned to Landon. He was replacing the pipe. The gas wasn’t coming out as ferociously. 

“Hey! Earth to Hannah!” 

I snapped out of my trance. I must’ve been staring at Landon. 

“Nothing’s between us.” I lied.

I’m awful at lying. 

“Y’all can trust me! I won’t tell nobody!” Leigh Anne whined, holding onto my arm. 

“I swear, Leigh Anne!”

“I swear! I won’t tell a soul!” 

“Fine. Yes. We’re dating.” I sighed, pulling myself back onto the landing. 

“I knew it! Oh, y’all make such a good couple! How long have y’all been--”

“Shut up!” I covered her mouth, stopping her in mid sentence. “We’ve been dating for a couple of days. It’s no big deal. I wouldn’t even classify us as an item yet.”

“An ‘item?’ Damn, Hannah! You’re stuck in like 2011, aren’t you? Hello, it’s 2052!” She laughed, “just say that y’all aren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend yet. You guys haven’t gotten serious, have you?” 

“No,”

“Well, I won’t tell nobody.” She grinned. 

“Leigh Anne, report to sector 156 at the construction site.” Her radio reported. I recognized the voice as Nicole, a girl drenched in spray tan and hair spray. She’s almost flammable.

“Coming!” She smiled into the radio. 

We got up and off the landing. Landon was done with the gas leak. We walked around in the hallway, passing first aid. I saw Jamie inside. She was drinking some type of sugary pink drink, her nose high in the air, as per usual. 

We stepped into the elevator, waiting for everyone to get in. There must’ve been at least 7 other people on with us. 

I felt my palms get sweaty. My heart started to race as the doors closed. I backed up into the corner, trying to press the walls out in a desperate attempt at obtaining more room. I felt my lungs choke. I needed fresh air. I gripped Landon’s hand. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He held my face in his hands. He pushed some hair out from my eyes. 

“Th-there’s no room, I’m going to suffocate. I need room!” I whispered, my hands shaking. I began to push harder on the walls.

“Babe, calm down. It’ll be alright. Breathe. Come on.”

He held me in his arms. I was still shaking, my hands balled up into fists.

“Breathe, babe. Come on, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He whispered, holding me still.

The doors finally opened, a wave of people heading out. Soon it was only me and Landon. 

“Why were you so scared?” He had one hand on my cheek. 

I didn’t like talking about my claustrophobia. In fact, I hate talking about it. 

“I don’t like small spaces with a lot of people. In a concert, it’s fine. But in an elevator, or in a crowded indoor hallway, I freak out.” I breathed. 

“Well, I won’t let anything happen to you, babe. I promise.”

 


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