Thursday, 03/11 No rain or shine

I was awakened by the ringing of the emergency assembly bell, which has rarely happened these days, and as a former member of the National Guard, I became a guard when I arrived at the Vault. Since Rumsfeld changed his surname, protests have become increasingly extinct, and the bell ringing at 4 a.m. as it is today is indeed rare.

Captain Phil and his team gathered in front of the ascending gate, although it was 4 o'clock, the weather simulation system was quite constructed a "foggy", I hated this kind of painting, itself hundreds of meters underground is enough to sensationalize, and I have to make a kind of mysticism, which makes the hearts of those workers who rotate the night shift tremble. Unexpectedly, the ordnance officer sent someone an M6 rifle, and my first instinct was to suppress the riot, maybe someone stabbed Lou Zi in the surface light processing plant.

A few minutes later, the Overseer arrived, and Captain Phil immediately took the lead in stomping his feet in salute. The Overseer was the same as ever, a gray-blue uniform with a cold mind, and we hugged him tightly as we stepped into the ascending gate, no matter how many times I walked through it, the endless darkness above my head always scared me, and this time, even more.

As soon as the second blast door was opened, there was a very irritating smell of blood. The overhead lights were lit one by one, so that I could only see the astonishing red in the tunnel through the cracks in the crowd, and the human blood was not so bright, never. I held my gun to guard the flanks, and I noticed that the soles of my boots were dripping with some kind of viscous liquid, which may be the source of the smell of blood.

The flashlight wasn't enough to cover the half-mile-long tunnel, and I realized that I only needed to move an inch slightly to aim the gun at the back of the Overseer's head and shoot it again...... In an instant, shimmering green vine branches jumped out of the wall next to my shoulder, like the patterned wallpaper in the bathroom.

The tunnel was silent, my breathing and heartbeat echoed clearly, and the footsteps were thunderous, and I tried to observe the glowing vine branches out of the corner of my eye, and these interconnected words were like bright green moss connected to each other, and I read the words I understood softly. "The fruit of heaven will be reduced to ashes in the wailing of the sowers."

I remember I read it out loud, but no one was surprised because they were reading it too. It wasn't until after the ascent gate was blocked that I felt a chill down my spine, and no one realized what was going on at all! Maybe those vine branches are a variant of some kind of fungus invading the Vault! Maybe we shouldn't go underground, maybe we've spread the virus, and I don't know if this page will ever be seen again.

It was over, and we continued to walk forward, our more and more strenuous walking, the tunnel squirming to resist us going deeper, in this enclosed space, a brief moment of fear filled my heart, I remember so clearly because the palpitations almost crowded my heart for a while, pumping violently like never before, as if the walls had suddenly become fleshy, walking in someone's intestines.

The vine branches began to flicker, and the color changed like waves, green and white, and this half mile ...... Now the memories are also extremely long, suffocating, depressed, except for that bewilderment, no one speaks, and the overhead light is broken...... The wall light is broken......

Then we arrived at the first blast door, a three-foot-thick iron door that was covered in gray snow and fog as I could occasionally see the outside world from the base station monitoring head

Treacherous and dilapidated, angular and occasionally very bright and thick orange clouds at night, all of this is spectacular.

The five watchmen were gone, and we scattered on the captain's orders, searching for them in vain, and I stared at the shiny swirl marks on the blast doors, and I struggled to recall anything resembling them, eventually going back to my childhood botanical gardens, the slime left behind by snails or slugs crawling. I don't have access to the species lab, but it's impossible to see any insects on the surface underground.

Finally, we focused on the five pairs of hazmat suits piled up in the corner, and Captain Phil personally dragged one over and asked me to help unfold it, when suddenly someone bent over and vomited, splashing directly on the Overseer, his face turned pale, and he said without saying a word, "Put it down." ”

"Put it down!" He said, my hands shook in shock, and the suit fell into the slime on the sole of the boot, and I tried to pick it up, so the helmet light gave me a panoramic view.

It wasn't a yellow radiation suit, it was a red outright one, and there was a big hole in my chest, and I could see what liquid was under my feet.

I suddenly realized that my previous prediction was correct, and that the blood in the tunnel really came from these liquids.

These liquids are the five missing monitors.

I don't remember how I got back to the ascending gate, I just remember the tunnel filled the tunnel with maniacal laughter when the second blast door fell, and I knew I would never be able to get rid of it for the rest of my life, and the laughter kept repeating: "The fruit of strangulation by the hand of the sinners is here, and I will share the seeds of death with the worms......"

The smell of rotten honey instantly intensified in my nostrils, and I watched as the plasma finally stopped oozing under the blast door, and Captain Phil held the Overseer, muttering to him, I couldn't hear it, I bet he must be talking about the "revelation" he had gotten earlier, the proverb.

That night, the regulators decided to seal off the ascending gate for the reason to be announced tomorrow: there was no need for additional personnel to guard the gate.

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"Uh-a-ah......" Augustavina woke up with a splitting headache, the moment she opened her leaded eyelids, she realized something was wrong, she struggled to her feet, trying to call her throat as if she was choked, she reached into her throat in despair and helplessness, trying to break the invisible hands, she was so hard that her nails were so deep in the flesh that she didn't know it.

She rolled in pain, the attic floor "thumping" and "thumping", "Help! Save ......" she struggled to spit out a few slurred words, the dark ceiling stared at her with malice, she was almost suffocating, she kept fighting, fighting......

With a light in her throat, Augustavina gulped in like a drowning man. "What are you doing!" The captain shouted as he shook her shoulder. "Someone...... Somebody's pinching me......"

"No one at all! It's you who is pinching yourself! ”

"Captain!" Claudia cried out in fear, and she subconsciously raised her spear, and the lioness raised her tail. "Ivy is dead!"

Augustavina had not yet recovered from the previous shock when she was pulled into another shock, and on the other side of the window, Ivy was drooping her head, her tongue was sticking out, and her hands were wrapped around her neck, apparently strangled alive in her sleep

on their own.

"Alert!" The captain snapped into the walkie-talkie, grabbing Augustavina by the collar and forcing "I said that!" Three-three on duty! The third person! Where is she! ”

Three people! Augustavina suddenly fell into an ice cave, and she trembled in disbelief: "Three people? I can't remember a third person! ”

The captain's face twitched, and the dark maroon subcutaneous fat gave birth to a layer of oily skin, and she immediately locked up Augustavina's exoskeleton permissions, and lifted it up softly like a puddle of mud. The captain, who was as calm as Claudia, couldn't help but have a hint of surprise in his tone: "Stick to the second floor, and set off immediately after dawn!" ”

Downstairs, Claudia looked at the new corpse in silence, their eyes wide, back to back, close to each other, defending each other against the pervasive darkness and fear, Augustavina lying on the tent cloth, her chest rising and falling violently, and the corpse of Ivy on the side, the first thought that popped into her mind was actually to take Ivy's spare magazine? She stretched out her hand and stripped Ivy of all the available supplies on her chest, and she almost fell on top of Ivy, sobbing uncontrollably, unaware that this was even more like a female ghost's wail.

She took Ivy's three-legged black line badge, and with a sweet nose, she squirted out a mouthful of blood with a "wow". "Captain! Please leave for now! The Medic reported.

"Close!" Claudia on the five periphery surrounded two living and one dead. "Shhhh The medic comforted Augustavina, who was crying bitterly, took her into his arms, and as soon as she stabilized, he unbuttoned the military uniform under the exoskeleton one by one, and put his hand directly into it, until he held her chest, and felt her heartbeat most intuitively, and the extremely strong heart rate almost became a drum beat, which could really shake the medics' hands. "Captain! Her heart rate is high! ”

"How tall!"

"It's time to catch up with Laura!"

"Find a way to get down!"

The medic turned over to Augustavina, who was coughing up blood and coughing up dirty face, so that she would not choke to death in her own blood, but how could he β bring a receptor blocker, a drug designed to restrain the heart rate, in such a field mission? The medic tried to give her some atropine. "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath."

"Imagine you're lying in bed and gradually falling asleep, take a deep breath, take a deep breath." The medic comforted Augustavina, seeing that he no longer coughed up blood, he carefully escorted her to lie down. "It's gone, it's gone......"

"It's already over...... It has turned into the flawless and terrifying mouth honey-belly sword of the day of the blood moon......"

Augustavina sat up suddenly, the medic had never seen such a terrible ferocity in her eyes, like an illusion, fleeting, the medic thought she was going to have an epilepsy, and hurriedly held it and refused to relax, Augustavina took a long breath, her heartbeat gradually calmed down, a great sense of drowsiness hit, she insisted on not falling asleep, she said with difficulty, "Please...... Please give me a shot......"

"Morphine?" Shake your head.

"Sedatives?" veto

"I need pain! First aid shot! I can't fall! ”

The horror that pierced the bone marrow pierced Augustavina's mind in an instant, and in the black raging waves, lightning fell, shattering the dark shadows that were about to grab her.

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