Who wants to live forever
Chapter 2


Flying without air, swimming without water. He quickly dashed though the lines of metal and plastic. Leaving his flesh and bones to rot in the dust. He was free, but then again he was never trapped to begin with. His conciousness had left his body, only to find itself in the next one.
He watched the strangers as they walked throughout the building and followed them wherever they went.

George and Christine came down from the top floor, the old stairs creaked under their weight. John was waiting in the hallway, he had already checked the rooms on the entrance floor.

"Well, got any better luck than I had?" John said, he was dissapointed, even tho his expectations hadn't been very high to begin with.
"We did see a rat, but it got away." Said George.
"Oh joy, our mission was a success... Altho I must admit, I havn't seen one of those in a while, too bad I missed it." John licked his lips as a joke.
"I wonder where it came from and how it stays alive, this place is just one big pile of dust, drowning in a sea of even more dust." Christine said.
"Maybe its evolved to eat old wood. It could live a hundred years on all this trash if it did."
"Stop playing joker now. Did you find anything worth a shit?"
"I might have, or I might not have. I found a trapdoor to a basement, but most likely we'll just find more dust down there"
"Let's check it out. If nothing else, maybe it has one of those old bomb shelters down there, those can be pretty well stacked." George looked around. "Is it in there?" He pointed to a door on the opposite side of the exit.
"Yeah, thats the way."

The group moved to the next room. Most of the walls were filled with old photos, presumably family photos of the previous owners. On one wall was a painting, they all stood and looked at it for a while. No one could understand what it was supposed to look like, but they all liked it anyways.

"I'm putting that on my wall when we get home" John laughed. He then turned around and crouched down. He grabbed the old rug that lied on the floor, rolled it up and threw it through the window on the other side of the room making the glass explode into a million tiny pieces.
Christine jumped at the sound of the window breaking. "Now what did you do that for?! And why did you even put it back ontop of the trapdoor to begin with?"
"Why, the element of surprise ofcourse. If you had seen the door right away you wouldn't have noticed my new painting that I intend to bring home."
George rolled his eyes and groaned.

John opened the trapdoor and a cloud of dust blew in his face. He coughed violently for a few seconds a whiped some tears from his eyes. "Why does this keep happening to me?"

They climbed the stairs, the smell of dust laid so thick you could almost swim in it. John put his bandana tightly over his face and Christine took out some old goggles from one of her pockets and put them on. George wasnt phased by the dust at all. He took a small flashlight from his belt and lit up the dark room. The room was filled with piles of old paper boxes. John took a seat on one and it flattened under his weight.

"What is this, who leaves such a death trap laying around?" He stood up and angrily kicked another box into a pile of boxes, all of them went tumbling down. "They're all empty!"
"Who keeps a cellar full of empty paper boxes?" Christine asked to herself.

George pushed a bunch of boxes away from the middle of the room while the other two checked to see if there really wasnt anything in any of them.
"Take a look at this!" George shouted. Before him there was another trap door. But this one wasn't an ordinary wooden trap door. It was made out of metal and it was without any rust.
They all stood silent looking at it for a while, then John was the one to break the silence.
"Well something certainly doesn't fit into this picture, thats for sure."

Christine grabbed the handle and pulled it, nothing happened. She stood up again and grapped her gun from her holdster. John saw it and quickly took two steps backward. Christine fired her gun and the bullet went right through the trapdoor. A jet of clean air shot up.

"What?! No dust, then what am I doing back here for?" John had hoped to see the others covered in dust instead of him for once.

Christine once again crouched down and pulled the handle, it was still non budging. She took off one of her gloves and put her index finger into the bullet hole. She felt around for a few seconds until she felt a small switch. She clicked it and the pulled out her finger. "Well thats that." She pulled the handle one last time and it opened smoothly.
They all looked down into the open space. It went so far down that even with the flashlight shining down into it they couldn't see the bottom. On one of the sides there was a steel ladder leading all the way down.

"So this is what they wanted us to find." John mumbled to himself.
George got down on to the ladder and started climbing. Christine followed closely. John took one last look around himself. The paranoia had finally reached him. "Are you coming?!" Christine shouted, her voice echoed in the metal tunnel. John started climbing down after them.


End Chapter 2

Written by Bo
20-01-2010