sure hope so. There isn't much hall left to go," said Evelyn.
We got to the last door in the hall. The room beyond it was basically the same as the rest of them. I walked in and there appeared to be nothing special about this room, either.
"There has got to be something here . . . but what could it be?" I wondered out loud.
I went through the drawers of a nearby desk. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing useful in it. There was a whiteboard on the wall, but it was blank. I just wandered around the room in my disappointment. Then, I stubbed my toe and tripped, falling on the floor like a toddler learning to walk.
"What the fuck?" I said, sitting up.
"Are you okay?" asked Evelyn.
"Yeah, I think I must have tripped over this rug. Stupid thing."
The rug had moved slightly when I tripped over it. Upon closer inspection, I saw a crease in the floor that was now barely visible on the edge of the rug. I moved the rest of the rug out of the way. It was a door; I’d tripped over the key sticking out of it.
"Looks like someone took off in a hurry," said Carolina.
"Or someone was just an idiot and forgot their key," I countered.
I grabbed the metal ring and lifted the door open.
"You don't really think we need to go down there, do ya, Pete?" Evelyn asked in a tiny frightened voice.
I looked up at her as I began my descent.
***POW***
Kyle must have found a way up to the roof.
"Y'all can stay here if you think it's safer, but there's got to be something down here, and I'm going to find it," I
said, descending the ladder.
"Your new boyfriend is kind of an idiot, isn't he?" asked Carolina.
"I can hear you, ya know? My head is still in this room."
"He might not be the brightest man we’ve ever met, but he sure seems to have a whole lot of luck on his side. It's been working out for us so far. I'm going with him, Mom, and I suggest you do the same."
"Oh great, you're an idiot couple, now. How lovely is that?" Carolina mumbled under her breath.
"I can still hear you, ya know. I haven't gone all the way down yet!" shouted Evelyn, much in the same tone I had.
"I know, I know. I'm coming, too. Make way for idiot number three," she grumbled, dreading whatever we may find at the bottom of the ladder.
And the three of us were now down in the school’s dark basement.
***POW***
It sounded like Kyle was really enjoying himself.
I squeezed the pistol grip of my rifle to activate the mounted flashlight which illuminated the basement.
Bingo.
"It looks like we found the lab," I said as Evelyn was reaching the bottom of the ladder.
As I shined my light around the room, I saw that it was much larger than the one above. There was also a long hallway directly underneath the one that had led us here. I decided to inspect the lab first. There were large metal tables, each one with its own office chair in front of it. Each table also had its own computer set up on it, and I couldn't help but think there must be some sort of power source somewhere down in this place. Further inspection would have to come shortly.
On the fourth table I inspected sat some sort of metal bowl. Or maybe a hat. A helmet, perhaps? There were wires coming out of it from all angles.
"Any of you have any ideas about this stupid looking thing?" I asked.
"My best guess would be that it's a product of the neuroscientist part of my father. I’d say it looks to be some sort of brainwave manipulation device, if I had to take a guess."
Bewildered silence was my first response. I had nothing to say to that, but when had that ever stopped me before?
"So . . . He was trying to use his thoughts . . . to control the zombies?" Total guess.
"I have no idea what he was trying to do, but, yeah. Judging by this set up I would say that could be a real possibility."
Fucking nailed it!
"How the hell is that possible? Do zombies even think? I mean . . . they're already dead, right? I wish Jose wasn't dead. Goddamn it," I mumbled.
"I'm sorry. You two must have been close,"
We got to the last door in the hall. The room beyond it was basically the same as the rest of them. I walked in and there appeared to be nothing special about this room, either.
"There has got to be something here . . . but what could it be?" I wondered out loud.
I went through the drawers of a nearby desk. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing useful in it. There was a whiteboard on the wall, but it was blank. I just wandered around the room in my disappointment. Then, I stubbed my toe and tripped, falling on the floor like a toddler learning to walk.
"What the fuck?" I said, sitting up.
"Are you okay?" asked Evelyn.
"Yeah, I think I must have tripped over this rug. Stupid thing."
The rug had moved slightly when I tripped over it. Upon closer inspection, I saw a crease in the floor that was now barely visible on the edge of the rug. I moved the rest of the rug out of the way. It was a door; I’d tripped over the key sticking out of it.
"Looks like someone took off in a hurry," said Carolina.
"Or someone was just an idiot and forgot their key," I countered.
I grabbed the metal ring and lifted the door open.
"You don't really think we need to go down there, do ya, Pete?" Evelyn asked in a tiny frightened voice.
I looked up at her as I began my descent.
***POW***
Kyle must have found a way up to the roof.
"Y'all can stay here if you think it's safer, but there's got to be something down here, and I'm going to find it," I
said, descending the ladder.
"Your new boyfriend is kind of an idiot, isn't he?" asked Carolina.
"I can hear you, ya know? My head is still in this room."
"He might not be the brightest man we’ve ever met, but he sure seems to have a whole lot of luck on his side. It's been working out for us so far. I'm going with him, Mom, and I suggest you do the same."
"Oh great, you're an idiot couple, now. How lovely is that?" Carolina mumbled under her breath.
"I can still hear you, ya know. I haven't gone all the way down yet!" shouted Evelyn, much in the same tone I had.
"I know, I know. I'm coming, too. Make way for idiot number three," she grumbled, dreading whatever we may find at the bottom of the ladder.
And the three of us were now down in the school’s dark basement.
***POW***
It sounded like Kyle was really enjoying himself.
I squeezed the pistol grip of my rifle to activate the mounted flashlight which illuminated the basement.
Bingo.
"It looks like we found the lab," I said as Evelyn was reaching the bottom of the ladder.
As I shined my light around the room, I saw that it was much larger than the one above. There was also a long hallway directly underneath the one that had led us here. I decided to inspect the lab first. There were large metal tables, each one with its own office chair in front of it. Each table also had its own computer set up on it, and I couldn't help but think there must be some sort of power source somewhere down in this place. Further inspection would have to come shortly.
On the fourth table I inspected sat some sort of metal bowl. Or maybe a hat. A helmet, perhaps? There were wires coming out of it from all angles.
"Any of you have any ideas about this stupid looking thing?" I asked.
"My best guess would be that it's a product of the neuroscientist part of my father. I’d say it looks to be some sort of brainwave manipulation device, if I had to take a guess."
Bewildered silence was my first response. I had nothing to say to that, but when had that ever stopped me before?
"So . . . He was trying to use his thoughts . . . to control the zombies?" Total guess.
"I have no idea what he was trying to do, but, yeah. Judging by this set up I would say that could be a real possibility."
Fucking nailed it!
"How the hell is that possible? Do zombies even think? I mean . . . they're already dead, right? I wish Jose wasn't dead. Goddamn it," I mumbled.
"I'm sorry. You two must have been close,"
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