Category: echoes

A gold-tipped cigarette sat in an old black Bakelite ashtray. The trail of smoke gentle rose to the ceiling. Fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered. The room had no windows, with cinder block walls painted a dull military grey. A man, dressed in black sat at the table at the centre of the room, with his…

The storm had finally stopped when I left the tunnels. The black clouds remained overhead and all around me. The water below, all of it was oily and slick. I sat in the small boat as the looming dark shape of the Incinerator towered over me. The entire place was once used to power the…

The tunnels are still filled with black and ichorous water that churns constantly. Using the torch strapped to the shotgun for light, I move through the maze of tunnels trying to find the marks I painted on the wall to help me find my way out of this place. Was it left or right? The…

The door that connected this room to the hall outside, sealed as the security system recovered from the lightning strike. I hit the door but it wouldn’t budge. “Wait,” Doctor Aurelius said in a warning tone, “There are some guards coming.” We both moved to positions where we could find some cover, but the room…

Time was running out. My evening with a dead man provided something useful. Searching various medical records, I found that a Dr Julian Aurelius treated the man’s wife. I also learned that Dr Aurelius was part of some kind of research program, though I couldn’t find any leads as to what. The virus perhaps? I…

The virus had turned. Apparently, not content with forcing us to annihilate ourselves, the same force is beginning to make us turn on each other. Soon there won’t be many of us left. Tonight, curfew has been extended. No one is allowed out and the insect-like authorities are patrolling the streets. Even I’ve been sent…

The cameras are everywhere, but they do not see everything. A citywide lockdown makes it difficult to escape but it’s still possible. But it requires a good deal of knowledge and a vast amount of money to leave. I have found friends and together we have planned our escape from this place. And tonight, it’s…

Real estate is a tricky business in the city since lockdown. Everybody wants out, and so nobody wants to buy. There are no investments here, no renovator’s dreams, no place to call home. Everybody rents. I guess somebody does own the property, but I haven’t personally seen a landlord since the Massacre. The rental market…

They were frozen. All across the city, some two dozen people stood naked outside their homes and in the streets, dead. A layer of ice crystals covered their now statue-like bodies as they were found in the early dawn. Mandlebrot was driving me to the scene of one of the deceased. The day was upon…