《Storm of the End》Chapter XXI.II: Glimmer of Hope
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I could feel goosebumps covering my entire body, I felt myself shifting and squirming a little in anticipation as we pulled up to the radio station. It was completely intact, six cars were parked in its parking lot. A light came from behind the window, but our view of the inside was blocked by the curtains.
"So what do we do, just knock or something?" Sarah asked.
"Knock, and let them know we're human," Jared said as he opened the door. I got out, and grabbed my makeshift spear. I won't be needing this anymore, not when we're going to be getting guns. Still, I'll take it with me anyway, because you never know. I opened the door for Aaron, "It's okay now Aaron, we're going to make it." He nodded and smiled.
Almost shyly, we walked up to the door of the radio station.
Jared reached out his hand, and knocked on the door, "Hello! We're survivors! We heard your message!"
It felt almost silly to be knocking on a door in this situation. Jared waited, then knocked again, harder this time, "Hello?!"
I heard people talking inside, but it sounded like they were far from the door.
"Should we just... go in?" Sarah asked, unsure.
Without responding, Jared opened the door. I leaned the makeshift spear up against the outside wall and the four of us stepped inside of a reception room. A few wet clothes were hung up on the desk, while a few wet shoes were on the floor. There had to be people in here! But the reception room was empty. A slight light shone from the door in the far right corner.
"Hello!?" Jared called out again.
I heard a female voice come from through the door.
I walked over to the door and peered inside; it was a mostly empty room, with a few chairs and tables here and there. A rifle was propped up against the wall to our right, which was next to some boxes that looked like they had food in them. There was another door, closed, on the right side wall. At the far left end, I saw the recording studio through a big glass window. Hey, and there was someone standing in there too, facing away from us. A girl with long dark hair.
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"Hello!" I was the one that shouted this time, "We heard your message! We're here to help!"
The girl must not have heard us, because she didn't move. I heard muffled laughter coming from the recording room, followed by a mumbling noise. Well, recording studios are made to muffle out background noise, so no wonder she couldn't hear us I guess.
The four of us walked into the room and made ourselves visible to the window.
"Hello!" Sarah shouted.
"Let's just knock on the window, I'm sure they'll hear us then," Jared said.
Sarah gave him a look, "Well, yeah, but that'll definitely scare them!"
Jared shrugged.
I ran over to the window and tapped on it. The girl did not react, she just kept staring away from us. Oh, she was looking at another doorway, one that looked like it led into the basement. The muffled mumbling noise seemed like it was coming from through that door. She must have been talking to someone there.
Was it seriously that hard to hear us though?
I pulled open the studio door and stepped inside. The others stayed just outside the door.
"Hey! Sorry to barge in... I guess. We heard your message!" I said as I walked up to the girl.
She laughed.
I didn't know what to say, she definitely heard me.
"Uh, hello?"
It was then that I realized she was actually sobbing, not laughing. I walked over and put my hand on her shoulder, "Hey, are you okay...? What happened here?"
"Markus!" I heard Jared shout frantically.
The girl turned around to face me with her misplaced swollen eyes that bulged out of the bottom corners of her face. Not entirely solid, they were almost like liquid and appeared to be on the verge of spilling out of her unnaturally placed sockets.
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I choked as her lips parted, revealing a toothy mouth that took up the majority of the space on her face. Her pointy nose, which rested at the top of her forehead, sniffed at me.
"Wha- huh?" was all I could utter as she screamed with an excited frenzy and grabbed me by the shoulders with her unnaturally muscular arms.
"Dad!" I heard Aaron scream as she snorted, snot oozing from her nose and onto my face, then cackled as she threw me forcefully through the door she had been facing.
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