06-21-2014, 02:02 AM
In its heyday, the place had been dedicated to the building of Radio Equipment. The bottom floor was apparently pretty open. She’d passed an office or two, judging by the large windows that faced the assembly rooms, likely meant for supervisors. She could almost see the place filled with people, busy over tables that no longer were in the room. Instead, the large work bays were filled with boxes and crates. God only knew what was in them. Probably old electronics or documents.
By the time she made her way into the large bay that composed the right wing of the building, Zoya was ready to get things over it. She wasn’t exactly afraid of the dark, but the silence of the place was enough to make anyone a little edgy. Her flashlight swept across the large bay as she took in the various groups of barrels. There was a definite chemical smell in the air that didn’t sit too well with her.
Raising her scarf to cover her nose, Zoya walked up to the barrels. She tried to inspect the writing, hoping to find any indication of what they may contain, but some lacked markings altogether. Despite the variety of colors, from yellow and red to blue and green, all the containers had something in common. Rust.
How was it that these things were allowed remain this way for so long? About halfway into the warehouse, part of the concrete floor had a large stain. Whatever it was, Zoya suspected it had a lot to do with how some of the men she talked to had gotten sick. Pulling out her wallet, she dialed the number for the Moscow City Police.
“Yes, hello. Is there any way you can connect me with Officer Sarkozy?”
She spoke to the desk officer after uncovering her face. Judging by the voice that greeted her, it was the same fellow that had been there when Ivan brought her in. “Not in? Um… no… could you just tell him that Zoya Bocharov called? Yes, Bocharov. Um, no, he doesn’t need to come to me at the moment. Could you have him call me back though?”
She gave the man her number, repeating it a second time to ensure he had it written down right. “Yes, thank you.”
She returned her wallet back to her pocket and recovered her face while crouching down to look at the stain and wondering exactly what it had been. There was no way of telling without taking samples from the barrels, but she wasn’t equipped to do that.
I have to get someone here during the day…
It was as she stood up again that she heard a noise. Puzzled, she turned her face to look back the way she came. She aimed her flashlight to the doorway, seeing nothing at first. The hair in the back of her neck stood on end and an unpleasant feeling began to take hold in the pit of her stomach. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She’d probably been out in the dark too long. For a moment, Zoya turned the flashlight back to the barrels again and walked past the floor stain to inspect another pile of the stuff.
Was that a hiss?
She spun around again, aiming her light at the doorway, and froze. Two glowing orbs stared back at her. Whatever it was, it remained high up in the corner of the doorway. The fear was sudden. It was deep, and bone chilling. What the hell is that!
She trembled, but remained fixed in place. Her feet simply didn’t move. The thing, however, crawled forward and onto the ceiling. It looked at her. Its neck twisted awkwardly as it made a low crackling sound.
The scream died in her throat as the pale skinned creature exposed a pair of fangs and moved one threatening step closer. It was then that she found the strength to move. She couldn’t run straight at it and out the door, but maybe she could find another way out that she hadn’t seen before. She ran.
She ran, and the creature followed, chasing her as it leapt from the ceiling down onto some barrels, tipping them over as it scrambled for its footing and settling on to the floor. The clashing of the metal on the concrete floor made her jump. A quick look over her shoulder made the scarf fall off her face, but in her fright, she didn’t care.
The creature’s claws clicked against the floor as it crawled towards her. It was quick, and it moved in a way no person ever could. It shrieked and hissed as it got closer, cornering Zoya against a wall. All the while, the woman could hear her own panting, the heavy pounding of her heart. Not having anywhere to go, she fell back against the wall. Her head turned this way and that, frantically hoping for any way to get away.
The thing stopped about ten feet away, leaning off to the right as it studied her. At some point, she’d dropped her flashlight, and now she used both hands, and her feet, as she pushed as far back onto the wall as she could. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, but Zoya could have sworn that she saw the creature better in the dark than she had at a distance with her flashlight. Everything seemed more vivid. The musty smell of the place mingled with the pungent odor of the thing. The sound of its own breathing seemed to blend with her frightened panting.
She watched it leaned back on its haunches and screamed as I leapt forward, throwing out her hand as if it could stop the thing. “Nooooo!!!”
A bolt of electricity shot from her left, striking the monster in mid-air. The light was blinding, but she could hear the inhuman scream as the thing was shot back, pushed a few yards away, and onto some of the barrels. To her surprise, none of them exploded as it hit them.
It lay still. Smoke rose from the limp, charred form. Heart still pounding, Zoya crawled onto her knees and up onto her feet. She ran, scrambling along the way to pick up her flashlight. She ran, crying and panting, wanting to be anywhere other than the factory any longer. She ran, leaving behind a dead monster and a smoking outlet she’d never once laid eyes on.
<small>Continued Here</small>
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jun 21 2014, 12:08 PM.
By the time she made her way into the large bay that composed the right wing of the building, Zoya was ready to get things over it. She wasn’t exactly afraid of the dark, but the silence of the place was enough to make anyone a little edgy. Her flashlight swept across the large bay as she took in the various groups of barrels. There was a definite chemical smell in the air that didn’t sit too well with her.
Raising her scarf to cover her nose, Zoya walked up to the barrels. She tried to inspect the writing, hoping to find any indication of what they may contain, but some lacked markings altogether. Despite the variety of colors, from yellow and red to blue and green, all the containers had something in common. Rust.
How was it that these things were allowed remain this way for so long? About halfway into the warehouse, part of the concrete floor had a large stain. Whatever it was, Zoya suspected it had a lot to do with how some of the men she talked to had gotten sick. Pulling out her wallet, she dialed the number for the Moscow City Police.
“Yes, hello. Is there any way you can connect me with Officer Sarkozy?”
She spoke to the desk officer after uncovering her face. Judging by the voice that greeted her, it was the same fellow that had been there when Ivan brought her in. “Not in? Um… no… could you just tell him that Zoya Bocharov called? Yes, Bocharov. Um, no, he doesn’t need to come to me at the moment. Could you have him call me back though?”
She gave the man her number, repeating it a second time to ensure he had it written down right. “Yes, thank you.”
She returned her wallet back to her pocket and recovered her face while crouching down to look at the stain and wondering exactly what it had been. There was no way of telling without taking samples from the barrels, but she wasn’t equipped to do that.
I have to get someone here during the day…
It was as she stood up again that she heard a noise. Puzzled, she turned her face to look back the way she came. She aimed her flashlight to the doorway, seeing nothing at first. The hair in the back of her neck stood on end and an unpleasant feeling began to take hold in the pit of her stomach. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She’d probably been out in the dark too long. For a moment, Zoya turned the flashlight back to the barrels again and walked past the floor stain to inspect another pile of the stuff.
Was that a hiss?
She spun around again, aiming her light at the doorway, and froze. Two glowing orbs stared back at her. Whatever it was, it remained high up in the corner of the doorway. The fear was sudden. It was deep, and bone chilling. What the hell is that!
She trembled, but remained fixed in place. Her feet simply didn’t move. The thing, however, crawled forward and onto the ceiling. It looked at her. Its neck twisted awkwardly as it made a low crackling sound.
The scream died in her throat as the pale skinned creature exposed a pair of fangs and moved one threatening step closer. It was then that she found the strength to move. She couldn’t run straight at it and out the door, but maybe she could find another way out that she hadn’t seen before. She ran.
She ran, and the creature followed, chasing her as it leapt from the ceiling down onto some barrels, tipping them over as it scrambled for its footing and settling on to the floor. The clashing of the metal on the concrete floor made her jump. A quick look over her shoulder made the scarf fall off her face, but in her fright, she didn’t care.
The creature’s claws clicked against the floor as it crawled towards her. It was quick, and it moved in a way no person ever could. It shrieked and hissed as it got closer, cornering Zoya against a wall. All the while, the woman could hear her own panting, the heavy pounding of her heart. Not having anywhere to go, she fell back against the wall. Her head turned this way and that, frantically hoping for any way to get away.
The thing stopped about ten feet away, leaning off to the right as it studied her. At some point, she’d dropped her flashlight, and now she used both hands, and her feet, as she pushed as far back onto the wall as she could. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, but Zoya could have sworn that she saw the creature better in the dark than she had at a distance with her flashlight. Everything seemed more vivid. The musty smell of the place mingled with the pungent odor of the thing. The sound of its own breathing seemed to blend with her frightened panting.
She watched it leaned back on its haunches and screamed as I leapt forward, throwing out her hand as if it could stop the thing. “Nooooo!!!”
A bolt of electricity shot from her left, striking the monster in mid-air. The light was blinding, but she could hear the inhuman scream as the thing was shot back, pushed a few yards away, and onto some of the barrels. To her surprise, none of them exploded as it hit them.
It lay still. Smoke rose from the limp, charred form. Heart still pounding, Zoya crawled onto her knees and up onto her feet. She ran, scrambling along the way to pick up her flashlight. She ran, crying and panting, wanting to be anywhere other than the factory any longer. She ran, leaving behind a dead monster and a smoking outlet she’d never once laid eyes on.
<small>Continued Here</small>
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jun 21 2014, 12:08 PM.