Chapter Fifty-Eight
Samuel held up a hand for everyone to slow behind him. They peered
around him and saw a very strange looking cylindrical building set inside the
corridor. It measured about twenty feet in diameter. It had a door inset into
it and closed off the corridor.
A strange symbol marked its entrance.
"I wonder what that means?" Jimbo said, his eyes
examining the area for any kind of trap.
"Kind of strange that no one has come after us
yet."
Samuel looked at Nanny. "I don't like it either."
"Ask Al?" Jimbo suggested.
But Al was nowhere to be seen. Nor was Marilyn.
Samuel shrugged. "I think we're on our own with this
one, guys."
They moved forward cautiously, then tried the door. It
seemed to be operational. Jimbo grabbed its knob, while Samuel went to the
other side to cover him if someone was waiting there.
Jimbo flung it open.
Samuel looked inside. It was just an empty space littered
with white chunks all over the floor.
Another door was set in the far war.
"Nothing!" Samuel said.
They entered the room cautiously. Jimbo shut the door behind
them. As he finished it made a whining sound, then a loud click.
"Damn!" Jimbo whined. "Sucker punched!"
He tried the door until his face turned red. Nothing budged.
"Oh God!" Nanny cried out, as her foot slammed
into something white on the floor with two holes in it.
Samuel spun around, ready to shoot, but stopped when he
realized what had startled her. It was a skull. A human skull.
Then as he and his friends turned their attention more
closely to the floor, which was dimly lit by some wall lights that flickered,
creating deep shadows, they saw the floor was littered with the bones of people
and heads.
"It's a graveyard!" Nanny hissed in fear.
Above them massive windows began to slide open and balconies
push out into view. Hundreds of men and women with blonde hair and startling
blue eyes stepped onto the balconies to look down at them.
"No." Samuel stated. "Not a graveyard at
all."
Jimbo looked up at the massed humans above them. "It's
a battle field!"
