Lindsey
Lindsey
I followed the sound of voices, shouting, cheers through the vast network of Base 3’s air shafts. While I’d been given a map showing the spider web path they took, they hadn’t told me the air kicked on every few minutes or that I would be caught up in a hurricane. At first, I’d panicked, thinking I was going to be knocked off my feet and pushed through the tunnel like a tumbleweed across an open prairie. I’d put my hand up on the smooth metal, but there was nothing to grab and hold on to, so I’d dropped to my knees, tucked my head down and waited. It lasted perhaps thirty seconds, then stopped as abruptly as it had begun.
Once it was quiet again, only the lingering roar in my ears remained, I took a few deep breaths, savored the stillness, then continued on. I was suppos
