Chapter #4Ground Floor Gaol by: Dylan M   With a sigh, you decide that going forward would be best. At least there was a light at the end of the tunnel...literally. That was something. So with that decided, you start walking, still freaked out by what you were experiencing now. It was hard to believe any of this was real!
No more drinking. You meant that. If getting a bit drunk caused you to be in a mess like THIS, then it wasn't worth anything! Never again would you touch any form of booze or the like when you found your way out of this!
As you made your way to the light at the end of the vent, you looked through the hole and stared at the basement room the vent lead to....and almost immediately wished you hadn't!
The place was lit by electric fluorescent neon lights. And to you, it was the size of an airplane hangar, with several worktables and storage cages, rows of garage-sized doors along the walls, and staircases that led up to a network of catwalks high above. Bulletin boards were located at benches, and there were tunnels leading off into other areas. Steel bunks were folded against the walls like Murphy beds, and a number of empty weapon racks were hanging on the walls. There were a number of crates of supplies, mostly tools. And even a combination gym/training dojo in an entire section of it. Along with a shooting gallery.
There was a graffiti image scribbled just about everywhere of some kind of insignia of a panda face with a wrench and a straight sword of some kind crossed under it like a pirate flag. Under THAT, however, was writing. Seemingly repeated several times in different languages until you saw it in one you could actually read:
THIS SPACE BELONGS TO THE HUOJIN XIÓNG TRIAD.
"Huǒjīn Xióng Triad"? What did THAT mean?
Dividing the room was the kind of you would see in a Server Room, benches of equipment, a smelter, and a horrific looking thing that seemed to be a mix of a dentist chair and surgeon operating table——complete with blood-stained tools!
What was this, a chop shop?! This wasn't good!
As you were about to turn and go back the way you had come, a sound caught your attention. One that you heard whenever it was windy.
AIR!
Oh-no...somebody in this building must have turned on the air conditioning system! The invisible current swept you up in it—you weighed practically nothing to it due to the size difference between you and everything else around you—and it flung you out of the ventilation system and into the nightmarish, gigantic chamber that was the basement room.
Screaming, you were flung from the vent and sent into the room, flailing as you went end over end, falling. You weren't scared of heights. You were too busy being horrified of being smashed against the ground headfirst. The sides of the room raced past like a film on fast-forward. Your skin felt like it was peeling off. The wind whistled in your ears. You couldn't help but wonder what dying would feel like. You were thinking, probably not so good. You wished somehow you could never hit bottom.
Then you collided with something and everything went black.
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Shakily, you regain awareness and groan. That hurt! That had really hurt!
Wait....you had survived the fall?! You were alive? YOU WERE ACTUALLY ALIVE?!
You would have laughed if you could!
Looking at the expanse around you, a familiar scent hit you. Leather. You were on a couch! Of all the sheer, dumb luck! An overstuffed leather couch. It had broken your fall and saved your life. Still hurt like hell impacting it, but unconsciousness was better than the alternative. But now you realized that you couldn't move since you were wedged in between the cushions!
Instantly, you started to squirm and trying to free yourself, you HAD to get out of here!
As you did, however, you heard a hiss like an air lock and the door opened. And what you saw made you stop and stare. "Well...that explains the logo..." you mutter, as entering the room was living masses of black and white fur with metal parts.
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