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Chapter 15: Facility Lockdown
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21.09.2026 13:16:35"Dinner?" Dimas stared at the flashing blue display, his fingers still resting on the warm metal casing of the console. "Raf, we are locked in a subterranean tomb under a mountain of military-grade titanium. I don't think dinner is going to save us this time."
"Hey, optimism is a survival trait," Rafael said, though he didn't look particularly cheerful as he walked back toward the sealed corridor. He gave the heavy blast door a solid kick with his boot. The metal didn't even vibrate. "
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The Apocalypse Chef and the Iron-Hearted Soldier Chapter 15: Facility Lockdown
"Dinner?" Dimas stared at the flashing blue display, his fingers still resting on the warm metal casing of the console. "Raf, we are locked in a subterranean tomb under a mountain of military-grade titanium. I don't think dinner is going to save us this time.""Hey, optimism is a survival trait," Rafael said, though he didn't look particularly cheerful as he walked back toward the sealed corridor. He gave the heavy blast door a solid kick with his boot. The metal didn't even vibrate. "Yeah, that's what I thought. It's completely dead. No manual release, no override handle. We are officially sealed in.""Let me try the terminal again," Dimas muttered, his fingers flying across the glowing screen. "Come on, there has to be an admin bypass. If the system recognized me as a guest chef, maybe I can request an exit?""Go ahead and ask, but I doubt a bunker designed to survive a nuclear war is going to let us walk out just because you ask nicely," Rafael said, leaning
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The heavy obsidian doors groaned as they slid fully shut behind them, sealing with a pneumatic hiss that cut off the ambient night sounds of the forest. The darkness that swallowed them was absolute, thick, and suffocating."Well," Rafael’s voice echoed in the cavernous space, unusually loud. "That’s reassuring. I love a grand entrance with no exit.""Raf, don't move," Dimas whispered, his hands instinctively reaching out into the empty air. "I can't see a single thing. Is your gold-eye thing still active?""No, the camouflage stew wore off the moment we crossed the threshold," Rafael said. A rustle of fabric followed, then the sharp, metallic click of his broken sword being drawn. "But I can still hear. The air in here is... dry. Too dry for a cave or an old ruin. And it smells like old copper.""Wait, I have a lighter," Dimas said. He fumbled with the pocket of his backpack, his fingers brushing against the cold plastic of his mini-torch. He
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The darkness of the forest felt like a physical weight, pressing against the small, flickering heat of the portable stove. Dimas stared at his empty supply bag, his stomach letting out a hollow, mocking growl."Raf, you back?" Dimas whispered, his voice barely rising above the rustle of the wind."Yeah. Stay low," Rafael’s voice drifted from the thicket of twisted oaks. He emerged like a shadow, his movements fluid despite the exhaustion etched into the lines of his face. "The woods are crawling, Dimas. I counted at least three scouting parties within half a mile. They’re using some kind of thermal-pulse skill. Every time a bird flushes, they’re on it in seconds."Dimas sighed, leaning his head back against the rough bark. "Any luck with the bags? Tell me we didn't lose everything in the blast.""We’re officially out of rations, kid," Rafael said, sliding down to a crouch beside him. He tossed a handful of dry cedar branches near t
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Dimas tilted the glass, the cool, shimmering blue liquid inches from his lips. The scent was cloying, like artificial mint trying to hide the heavy, medicinal stench of a sedative. He caught Julian’s reflection in the glass—the man was leaning forward, his mask of serenity cracking just enough to reveal a sliver of desperate hunger."Wait," Dimas said, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. He didn't drink. Instead, he slowly lowered the glass, staring directly into Julian’s flat, grey eyes. "I just remembered something. My mom always told me never to trust a guy in a bathrobe who serves blue drinks in a basement."Julian’s smile didn't just fade; it curdled. "Is that a joke, Chef? We are offering you a seat at the foundation of a new world. To refuse is… impolite.""Yeah, well, I’ve always had bad manners when it comes to being drugged," Dimas replied, his hand tightening around the silver cup. He looked over at Rafael. "Hey, Raf. You still thirsty?""Not for this swill," Rafae
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The gate behind them didn't just close; it sealed with a heavy, pressurized hiss that echoed through the unnaturally quiet courtyard. Dimas felt the sound vibrate in his teeth."Welcome, Chef," the man in the white robes repeated, his voice smooth and airy, like he was reciting a well-rehearsed prayer. "We’ve been waiting to see what you could do with the ingredients we provide."Dimas stared at the kitchen. It was a masterpiece of stainless steel and industrial precision, sitting right in the middle of a world that was supposed to be rotting. "You’ve got a lot of high-end hardware for a place that's supposedly hiding from the system.""The system provides for those who understand its true purpose," the man replied, gesturing toward the gleaming countertops. "I am Brother Julian. We are the architects of the New Table."Rafael stepped up beside Dimas, his hand never straying more than an inch from the hilt of his broken sword. "The 'New Table'? Sounds like a cult name if I ever heard
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Dimas stood frozen, his pulse drumming a frantic rhythm against the cold metal of the freezer door. The note didn't feel like a threat; it felt like a spotlight. He read the elegant, flowing script one more time, his fingers tracing the ink as if to verify it was real."Rafael?" he called out, his voice cracking. He didn't turn around, keeping his eyes locked on the paper.A heavy thud echoed from the hatch, followed by the clatter of a boot hitting the concrete. Rafael emerged from the shadows, his chest heaving, his armor stained with fresh grime. He slumped against the wall, sliding down until he hit the floor."Clear," Rafael gasped, wiping sweat from his brow. "They lost our trail at the secondary pier. I led them toward the container yard."Dimas didn't move. He held the paper out, his hand shaking. "Rafael. You need to see this."Rafael squinted in the dim, flickering emergency light of the warehouse. He stood up with a groan, taking the note. He read it in silence, his express
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