Index
- TERIMINAL....... Meeting the Ace of Spades Elite, and his unfavorable situation.
Note: This takes place in my Universe known as Modern. The Military Ranking system is based like a deck of cards. Black Uniforms, - Spades - make up Guards and Common Police. - Clubs - make up Riot control. Red Uniforms, - Diamonds - making up Quarantines soldiers. - Hearts - handle Extermination and population Control. Aces are the Elites of every unit. And the Joker is the Best of them all. This interactions is between the latest Ace of Spades Elite and the Joker. Terminal and Jacks.
1 Teriminal
Terminal, at least that's his given code name. Pressing his hand to his side. He felt the pain only increase. Shuddering as he collapsed against the wall. Staring into black nothingness that was the 3rd level. "Fuck", holding his pistol in hand.
Name: Mich J. Wilberns
Code name: Terminal
Soldier Ranking: Ace of Spades.
Mentality: Stressed
Looking up at the only ray of light left. Coming from the manhole above him. Even that light was fake, bounced off from the lamps above. Since no sun made it through the 1st level. Everything looked a muted black and grey, tinged in yellowish brown.
The silence of level 3 was ungodly .The slightest noise seemed to echo for miles within the unground tunnels. And, all it seemed like Terminal was hearing was the ringing in his own ears. But, he knew better then to stand to long in the light. Whispering, "Jesus Christ" as he stepped into the pitch black.
It felt like he was walking for miles. Knowing very well there was an elevator to the surface. But, where was more like the problem. The tunnels covered the entirety of the cities underground mass. Held up by the ancient pillars of their forefathers. Beams of solid unknown material that seemed to carry the layers of the city on its back bone.
Looking back over his shoulder. He swore he heard something. Or was he hearing things? Not waiting around to find out if it was man or more. Terminal kept walking alongside the wall. Unable to see in the dark thick as tar all around him. The feelings of the wet stone build walls sent shivers up his spine. Praying that the feeling of wet stone to gross mush was just moss on wet stone. Trying not to let the unknown scare him any further into madness. It could just be leaking water, and fungus. But the thought it could be the blood draining from the rotting bodies from 2nd Level didn't end. Nor did any other intrusive fantasy either.
Feeling that the wall came to a sharp turn. Terminal just kept beside it. But another sound had him whirling around. It sounded like fabric shuffling against itself. Daring not to move. Terminal pressed his back to the only wall he knew. Removing his hand from his wounded side to cover his own mouth and nose.
He closed his eyes. The ringing in his own ears being replaced with the sounds of bare flesh on the concrete flooring. The slapping sound growing louder. And, as it neared Terminal, he'd hold his breath. Feeling dread as the sounds seemed to multiplying. As if it had multiple limbs that were crawling all along the tunnel walls. Unable to tell if the echo was the cause of this effect. Or if this was something his imagination was making up as a scare. At first, Terminal assured himself. It was probably a depraved civilian from level 2, who fell into the shaft. And as whatever it was passed by him. The smell nearly made him choke. Terminal opened his eyes, daring to look in its direction. Seeing nothing but pitch black, and hearing the sounds of its bare skin dragging against concrete. Once it was out of range, Terminal back tracked. Going back around the corner, but slamming straight into someone?!
To be Continued...
