Eden At last

The Truth Is Spilled

The corridor was coming to an end, but everything felt numb due to the intensity of the darkness that prevailed. However soon something could be sensed, the warmth of the light from the wire station.’ The conference must have started by now… thanks to you being a sloth.’ Toni whispered. The trio headed towards the wire station. The wire station is never heavily guarded because most dwellers are sane enough not to tread inside it because of the loose wires that are laid in the floor having enough capacity to toast any flesh. But the room is always locked except for then when it was surprisingly open, as if anticipating guests. The trio tiptoed into the room, closed the room from inside and then turned on the light. The moment the bulbs came to life one could easily comprehend the intensity of risk in trying to cross the room and getting burned. ‘Do you know gymnastics by any means… after all you are a martial artist right?’ Toni looked at Alfred with confused blue eyes. ‘What do you mean? MMA is nowhere near gymnastics’, Alfred shrugged. A rare silence without Milo’s intervention followed.

                                   Toni grabbed her rucksack and pulled out a spiral bun of nylon ropes. She knotted one end of the rope and threw the other end through the gap in the pipeline that followed over their heads in a horizontal manner. ‘Well, what exactly are we going to do with the rope’, Milo hindered Toni’s work. ‘The plan is… we are going to cling to the rope and then leap across the pile of wires to reach the other side.’ Toni uttered as she drew her attention to the work. ‘How is that you had the ropes when we needed it’, Milo’s gesture hinted the least of appreciation for her work.

‘Excuse me… Don’t you know, ropes are like the first thing one needs in a venture like this…Haven’t you ever seen any WILDLIFE SURVIVAL show’, Toni muttered. Finally the rope was hung to the pipeline and was sturdy enough. One by one they started to gain some momentum by running forward from a distance and then launching them into mid air and landing on the other side. The vent was narrow and they doubted whether it could hold all three of them without dropping them in the middle of the Shelf-room (having the awkwardest experience of all). So it was decided that Milo would stay down guarding the area for precaution in consideration with his extra fat bellies. Alfred and Toni started crawling the vents. In a matter of time they reached the zone where they would have a perfect view to the whole sphere of the room.

“The information has spread like wildfire, sir”… “What can we do now… how can we hold things back and for how long”… “We did best of we could do, gentlemen someday or the other they had to know… that we are running out of most supplies”… “How long will they last, sir”… “Not more than a month I reckon”. A tense conversation was in the air when Toni realized that she had always been allergic to dust and to her greatest fear the vent was furnished with dust.

‘Achoo… s**t’, Toni screamed and the whole vent trembled.

“WHAT WAS THAT…? WHO IS IT”, an officer yelled with a blow of the fist into the table. ‘Let’s go…go go…oh gosh’, in a matter of seconds the c****x reached its peak. The vents now started to shake more vigorously as the two of them inside were constantly making efforts to crawl back, like in a reverse gear. The moment Alfred landed his feet in the ground he ordered Milo to evacuate, immediately. Out of the chaos, one could hear the growls of the Officers from the Shelf house which were just a few cabins distant. They packed their ropes and sprinted away from the wire station as fast as they could as if their life depended on it, and ironically it did. They took the crooked way to their respective bunkers but not stopping in between, to avoid the delay. Legends say “fortune favors the bold”, and so it did. They could safely slid back into their lanes. However they didn’t have a warm welcome, rather a chilling one. Soon after they landed their breathes inside their respective cabins, a strong knock interrupted their state of calm.

‘Excuse me officer… any problem’, Milo opened the door.

“We heard something… from this corridor”, a cold growl erupted from officer’s deep core “some kind of noise”.

‘uh … Noise …umm … you see my friend there has a peculiar habit of listening to metal in mid of the night… like who listens to metal at 3 in the morning’ ‘ Sorry, he has lost his headphones’ ,Milo pretended to be the innocent friend that protects the weak from bully. And much to their surprise the officer sold the story greatly. ‘So, close’, Alfred sighed. ‘Yet, not enough… thanks to my skills in theatrics’, Milo murmured.