Day 160 – Tick Tock – YouChallenge Short Story

“Are you sure you’re doing it right?” She says as she forces herself up, onto her tippy toes and peers over his shoulder, towards the open key pad, he glances at her and rolls his eyes.

“How the hell should I know, I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m a geneticist, not an electrician.”

“Don’t get cranky at me, I was just asking,” she says as she takes a step back, holding her hands in the air.

“I’m not cranky,” he says as he turns back to the keypad, he feels a sudden sting in his eyes, and wipes the cascading sweat from his face, that is pouring down from his forehead. “I’m concentrating that’s all.”

“Sure, that’s what you’re doing, concentrating.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He says as he turns back around to her.

“It means, mister high and mighty, that you’ve been concentrating for a good forty-five minutes and so far you’ve managed to do nothing. We’re still trapped in this room, and, to make matters worse, I think the air vents aren’t working, so, we’re more than likely running out of oxygen, because you broke your fucking card,” she says as she shoves him aggressively.

“For your information, Sherlock Fucking Holmes, I wasn’t the one who broke the card, it was Dulles, you remember him? The guy who you’re little lab rats down stairs took a chunk out of, when all this shit started. Anyway, where the fuck is your card? Surly you, being the intelligent one amongst us poor so……” Suddenly, he falls silent, and stands there, staring at her, unable to talk, unable to do anything.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” She says with a smile as she places the cap on the needle and places it back into her lab coat. “Just a little surprise I was saving for you,” she says as she gives him a gentle push to the side, one that sends him crashing to the floor in a heap. His eyes stare at her, panicked, terrified. “I bet it hurts?” She says as she kneels down beside him. “No one talks to me like that, especially not some snotty nosed wanna be, never will be, like you. That’s because scum deserves to rot with its own, and you, you’re scum. I can see by the terrified look in your eyes you don’t know what I’m talking about, well, what about how you attempted to sabotage my work by going to Jones? How’s that for reason enough, pin dick,” she says gets to her feet, and drives a boot down, into his groin. “You can’t do much, but I know, you can feel pain, and there’s going to be a lot going on before it’s over for you,” she says as she quickly walks over to the keypad, reaches into a pocket, and pulls out a undamaged security card, she glances over to him again, and smiles. “I know, I had my card the whole time, who would’ve known,” she says as she swipes it, and the door, does nothing, she tries the card again, and again, but still nothing. She looks at him and can see in his eyes, she looks up as the door opposite slides open, and Dulles, followed by several other, decaying, putrid, animated corpses, stagger into the room, towards her.


The challenge was, ‘the oxygen is sucked from the room…’

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