Friday, January 4, 2013

Jack, Week 7


Something was off.

He had entered the tunnel that morning, as he planned to, and had seen, as he expected to, abandoned cars and decaying structure from a lack of maintenance over a long period of time. What he did not expect or plan for, however, is the tunnel being many miles long. He had walked for around eight hours and the tunnel showed no obvious signs of ending.

He began to think about turning back and finding a different route when suddenly the abandoned cars just stopped, and an empty road stretched ahead. The darkness of the tunnel seemed to deepen down that empty stretch, and Jack couldn’t see anything past a certain distance. He took the flashlight out of his pack and shone it down the expanse. While it lit up the sides of the tunnel, the beam vanished down the center, never illuminating anything but road and walls.

Jack turned back, determined to investigate the depths of the tunnel, but knowingly refusing to do so without ample supplies. The eight hour walk back put him back out front of the tunnel sometime after dark, so he quickly made his way to the guardtower to sleep.

The next morning, he ventured into the surrounding area to scavenge for supplies from both the abandoned cars and the lightly wooded areas. He found batteries, food, a few bullets (only a few of those for his rifle), and yet another book – this one a copy of David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas. Satisfied with his scavenging after a few days, Jack prepared for his trek into the tunnel.

He opted to wait for a new morning, mostly to assuage the paranoia that was still associated with nights. He killed the time by reading the book he had found. He fell asleep quickly that night.

He was awoken the next morning by a strange crackling sound. He stood up and looked out the guardtower to find the plains at the foot of the mountain set ablaze, with the fire creeping up the side of the mountain. He quickly gathered his things and took off down the tunnel, looking back and noticing the glimmer of the flames on the tunnel walls.

This did not help his paranoia.

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