100-Word Challenge, Day 230

I hear the click of the door just before the door opens. I stand still, my back pressed against the stairwell wall, hoping that whoever is up there won’t hear me and will decide that only an idiot would head for the basement.

The waiting is brutal and short. Apparently when two armed gunmen enter a stairwell they’ll decide to check both directions, just to be safe. No sense trying to be quiet now, I take the stairs three or four at a time, trying to buy as much distance as I can while looking for a way out of this deathtrap of a building.

100-Word Challenge, Day 229

It is when I clear the third flight of stairs that it occurs to me: I never left the first floor. The security guards had dragged me to the interrogation room, but we never got in an elevator and there wasn’t some big ramp upwards, so we never went up.  That means that I am heading into the basement, not out of the building.

What kind of a jackass marks a stairwell as emergency exit when it takes you further into the building? I am glad I don’t work here.  If the building catches fire people will die down here.

100-Word Challenge, Day 228

I head through the door and find myself in a stairway leading up and down. The smart move would be to go up, away from the way out, because they wouldn’t be expecting that, but smart really isn’t on the table at the moment.  Albert sent an army after me, so even if I got away from them and Hitaratsu was able to kick them out of the building, I was still going to end up in a whole lot of trouble. I take a deep breath and run down the stairs, praying that the exit is closer than the gunmen following me.

NaNoWriMo: Day 26

So I wrote nothing on the 26th day of the month, but I had a REALLY good excuse. I was spending the last day of my vacation with my wife and kids.

I spent the morning watching the sunrise with my wife. It was one of the greatest moments of my Thanksgiving Holiday.

Sunrise on Tybee Island

After we got everything put together, packed up and ready to g0 we did a little last minute tourist shopping and headed for our last tourist stop of the trip.

We went to Fort Pulaski, a Civil War Era fort that fell victim to the modernization of the nineteenth century battlefield.  It was awesome to see and the whole family had a great time.

The Flagpole at Fort Pulaski

100-Word Challenge, Day 227

Ahead of me there is a loud clicking sound that reminds me of the sound of castle portcullis being ratcheted up. Someone is coming through the door at the end of the hall, so I dive down a side corridor. It is probably Hitaratsu security trying to reestablish control of the building, but I don’t want to become the victim of a, “shoot first, ask questions later,” policy. I run down the hall and find an emergency exit. Salvation! I push the bar, only to set off an ear-splitting alarm. Good job Justin, way to tell everyone where you are.

100-Word Challenge, Day 226

There is something very motivating about the sound of bullets whizzing past you. I find myself saying, “thank you,” over and over again as I run. I trip over my own feet and fall as I turn the corner, but I get up quickly and keep going. The lack of bullets flying by doesn’t convince me to slow down, because I know they’ll be back if I don’t get out of this place. I’m running deeper and deeper into the building, turning down every hall I find, trying desperately to lose my pursuers. I just hope I don’t get so lost that I can’t get back out again.

100-Word Challenge, Day 225

I turn and run, trying to stay low, zigging and zagging as much as I can to make it hard for them to kill me, but I don’t really have much hope of escaping. Bullets bounce around me, spraying me with shattered plaster and concrete. I’m reminded how much I hate guns. Warfare and people became a whole lot less pleasant once bullets started flying around. Give me a sword or a bow and arrow any day. It took real skill to use those weapons and you had to look the other man in the eye. You knew you had taken a life and you certainly felt the weight of their death on your conscience.