Silo

Pg. 2

It took the man a moment of processing before adding another cry, "Oh God, I don't want to die yet. "

Mushka handed the guy a vest that was attached to a pull-up device along with the unit's cable framework; it served as his handrail in being hauled up. They generated a vacuum inside, drawing the grains out of the section where the guy was entrapped, after installing all of the metal barriers.

"Don't worry, sir; we'll get you out." The grains within the barrier were diminishing, and the pressure around the guy's body appeared to ease, but the man bellowed just as we believed everything was going according to plan.

He grumbled and began to paint a variety of expressions on his face, encompassing agony, perplexity, and panic. Argon was the first to notice it and gave Mushka a signal by patting her on the back.

"Sir, something is tugging at my feet."

Mushka gave the man a sidelong glance. She stopped the procedure by flipping off the machine and detaching her headgear. "Sorry? Didn't quite get that. "

"Something is dragging on my-AHHH!! AHHH!!"

"What is going on in there? Are those screams I hear? " We heard reverberations of moans and excessive noise inside from underneath, together with the individuals at the base of the bin. I then radioed them, demanding details, but no one responded. We could only hear terrible wails booming over the field. Outside, my coworkers gazed at me, awaiting my signal.

"What the hell is going on, Argon?! What's going on in there?"

The howls and tremors both came to a standstill for a brief period of quietness. Then there was a skyrocketing rumble, and the entire bin began to shake. I heard a rustling, huffing, and muffled whimpering from the radio after only a few seconds.

"He's taken a dive. He's being dragged down by something."

"What exactly are you talking about? There's no void! The machine has been switched off."

"It isn't the machine!! Rip this bin open!"

It was the first instance I'd heard Argon in such a tone of voice, and it conveyed genuine dread coupled with conflicting emotions. Why did the sound of his shriek give me vertigo? My pulse rate quickened, and I knew from the back of my mind that all this, too, would underperform. "Cut it open!" I screamed from the depths of my head, trying to pull my thoughts together. With their circular saws, my guys began puncturing the metallic walls of the bin, producing a vast hole for the guy to flee through. Anxious to see yet another lifeless body in front of me, I broke out in a cold sweat. They skillfully sectioned the surface and peeled its portion wide, unleashing a mound of grains.

When fresh crimson blood-colored granules began to appear, our faces changed dramatically. The grains continued to stream down after we paved the path. We couldn't detect the man, so we remained till every grain was released.

"He's nowhere to be found. I don't think I saw him come out. "

"He's not inside the bin," Argon and his mates exclaimed as they dashed down the rails and began scouring among the grains. I peered through the opening hole and saw the most horrible image I'd ever seen; the bin reeked like something was decomposing as a blackish substance dripped from the ceiling and walls. The odor was just too much for me to take, and I felt like throwing up.