by Artso, Ramz
Klarkson replaced me as my dad’s walking aid and seconds later, we were inside the rectangular bedroom. Not losing any time, Mrs. Oakland moved to close the door, but ran into some trouble during the process.
‘What’s the problem, Mom?’ her son inquired, shouldering sweat from his face.
‘I-I’m not entirely sure,’ she confessed, looking nonplussed.
‘Private Yorlin,’ father barked at the fair-haired Controller who was busy easing him into a chair, ‘get that damn door shut before we get eaten alive, would you, son?’
‘Yes, sir!’
Moving with confidence in his step, he moved Mrs. Oakland aside, and took to aggressive dialing on the touchscreen keyboard bolted to the metallic wall. He kept drabbing away at the cursed thing for what seemed like a good five minutes, and there were already glistening chunks of glass flying off the panels, when finally, the heavy door slid shut just in time to protect us from the bevies of yodeling wildlings that had finally worked their way through their only obstacle.
We all sat in utter silence, as muffled, beastly exclamations and distant screams for help reached our ears. I was so terrified, my lungs seemed to be unable to inflate with oxygen, but my Dad’s reassuring stare and Klarkson’s comforting touch kept me in check. If it hadn’t been for them, I would have most definitely lost my mind by now.
After the elapse of several minutes, Mrs. Oakland broke the deafening silence with the following words, ‘Jesus Christ, what’s going to happen to us? What’s going to happen to New New York?’
The response was more silence.
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