Clutching Fingers
Clutching FingersAs we stumbled frantically down the corridor, my arm was around Marie. Zarias yanked an alarm signal as he ran, and bells shrilled up and down the corridors. Feet pounded down the lab tunnels, and startled voices called questions.
That general alarm jammed us all at the door of the Dome for a moment. Impossible fingers were fumbling our brains and we were driven by a primitive, unreasoning horror.
Then the ponderous boom of the main door closing punctuated the nightmare experience. I found myself in the little crowd by the door. Nearly everyone in the Station was there, excited and stunned.
Doctor Cubbison appeared on the scene. “What’s the reason for the general alarm? Has there been a blow-up?”
Zarias laughed mirthlessly. “There has been a blow-up.
