against the door with my back, sliding down to the floor, where I sat staring at the concrete.
âCalm down, Will. Theyâre not going anywhere until you unlock the doors.â
âWhy are you making us do this?â I pleaded.
âI already told you. So I can kill Rainsford.â
âBut you donât even know where he went! This is insane.â
âI have little doubt that heâll be back. Itâs only a matter of time.â
I stood up, reached into my pocket, and felt the thing that I had found in the woods.
Heâs already back, you fool.
Heâs back and heâs going to kill you first.
I didnât know for sure heâd returned, but it was a possibility. One thing was for sure: Mrs. Eve Goring wasnât alone at Fort Eden.
She looked at her watch and then back at me, an icy resolve in her voice.
âYou donât have a lot of time. Hours, not days, Will.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âThereâs no water down there youâd want anyone to drink. And there is some radiation, trace amounts, but enough to cause some problems if you stay too long.â
âIâm not telling them that.â
âI figured as much. You do like your secrets, Will.â
Maybe she was right. Maybe I did like holding my cards close to my chest, but what good would it do them to know they were gulping down mouthfuls of deadly air with every breath? It would be panic. Better they didnât know.
âHow long do I have to finish this errand for you?â I asked.
Mrs. Goring glanced at her watch again, and when I expected an answer, she turned to the left as if surprised by something. I thought I heard a knock, but I couldnât be sure where it came from. Was it from outside the observation room door or from the bomb shelter?
âI have to go,â she said nervously. âOpen the blue door first and send two of them through. Only two, no more. Once theyâre on the other side, lock them out. Donât send anyone else yet. The controls are self-explanatory. Do as youâre told and this will all be over before you know it. Iâll check back in half an hour.â
âWaitâIâm not locking anyoneââ
The screen went dead before I could finish what I was going to say, and I listened as the muffled pounding outside the door continued.
Mrs. Goring was gone.
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6 Alex was the third guy to get cured at Ford Eden. He was afraid of dogs because of an incident when he was a kid. If you want to see his cure, I posted it. After the cure his legs kept going to sleep on him, you know, like when you wake up and you canât feel your big toe and when it comes back itâs needles and pins? Like that. Itâs like heâs sixteen, but his circulation is seventy years old. Check it: www.willbesting.com, password throwmeabone .
7 I spent a lot of time in Mrs. Goringâs bomb shelter. If you want to see what it looks like, I have pictures: www.willbesting.com. Password: bombshelter .
3:30 PMâ4:00 PM
I didnât really have a choice, at least thatâs what I told myself. Sheâd leave us all to die if I didnât get what she wanted. But I also didnât think it was going to be useful to freak everyone out by getting into the actual gravity of the situation. If I managed to get everyone out alive, I could tell them later, when less was at stake, and theyâd forgive me. At least I hoped they would.
The control panel for the room was like a giant surveillance system switchboard. If it hadnât been for the hazardous situation I was in, I think I could have spent all day checking that thing out. It was retro-cool, covered in mechanical doodads that hadnât been touched in ages. There were clunky, round knobs begging to be pushed, and levers that looked like gearshifts for tiny race cars sticking out all over the place. Dials, meters, buttons, and red glass covering bulbs designed
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