Its Funneh Flee The Facility Novels & Stories

She only had her shiny black docmartin boots. They pulled up outside a huge country club hotel venue about half an hour later. There were a group of men stood outside the building with cigarettes, there was a woman with short blonde hair cut into a bobb, Kyle walked round to open the car door for Grace, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "My uncle's over there... in that group of strangers..." she whispered to Kyle and nodded her head slightly in the direction of the Men. As Kyle handed the valet the car keys the blonde haired woman plastered a huge smile on her face and walked over.

He desperately needed to connect to the outside world. Jim pried the phone from the still warm fingers of the hand and tapped the screen to check for a signal. No bars were showing, but the screen was open on a text conversation. He swallowed hard. He was sure he recognised the number and it made him nauseous. The most recent message had been sent a few hours ago, while Jim had been out weeding. It read: TY Phil, once again u r a STAR!!! I’ll b there soon 2 pick up the spare keys. Don’t tell J I’m w8ing for him @ the bungalow. Don’t want him 2 do another runner!!! xxx

Thinking of loan sharks striked fear through her heart. If they could be somehow free from them! The doorbell rang and she jumped in fright. It was past midday. Almost 3 in the afternoon. Who would come at such an odd time? With that though, she went to the front to open it. Ethan had also come out of his room curious to see who was at the door. Eloisa would not come at this time. Yoonah opened the door to her worst fear. The loan sharks were standing there. She silently led them inside. She had forgotten today's date. Ethan quickly went to call Eloisa. He knew her mother could not handle them alone.

I would have to make sure to say far away from them, seeing how I did not know what they did. Mr. Griffen stood in front of us as we stood at the starting line. With a cocky smirk on his face. He looked right at me as he spoke to the group of "newbies," as he called us. I smiled right back at him. "All right, as I said before, other students who passed in previous years will try to make you fail. Also, the five with the slowest times will be disqualified as well. So run fast and think fast. The first thing you do is you must army crawl as fast as you can and select two weapons or tools to help you with this then with the selected items you must scale the twenty-foot wall and make it to the o

It required three separate authentication procedures to open. Inside, the facility was exactly as described. Clean, modern, comfortable. But underground. No windows. No natural light except in the simulation park. A staff member, a witch named Dr. Reeves, greeted us. "Welcome to Facility Seven. I'm the resident supervisor. I'll show you to your quarters and explain the facility rules." "Rules?" Luna asked. "Nothing too restrictive. Mostly safety protocols. Where you can and can't go, when you can access certain areas, that sort of thing." Dr. Reeves smiled at Luna. "We've prepared a special room just for you. Would you like to see it?"

The voice that comes out is not his. “Harvest floor.” Caleb makes a broken sound. Renn says, “I thought we were already in hell.” “Residential is above hell,” Mara says. Her face has gone the color of old paper. The restraint blinks faster. Eli’s breath catches. Sarah lowers the pistol. “We go.” Damian’s tag flashes on Sarah’s wrist unit. I laugh once. “He can get in line.” The unit buzzes again. IT IS A FUNNEL. “Everything is a funnel.”

"Please believe me about this." Both scanners beeped. A door slid open, revealing descending stairs into darkness. "Ninety seconds," Jason said. We ran. The facility was massive corridors branching everywhere, laboratories filled with equipment, sterile and cold. Jason navigated confidently, clearly having memorized the layout. "Storage vault is three levels down." He paused at an intersection. "But Emily, there's something I didn't tell Blake. Margaret said the facility has a failsafe. Anyone entering without authorization codes triggers virus release in ten minutes. Not in Manhattan here.

I was forced to take care of Shelly for seven straight days. Only on the eighth did Shawn finally let me go—he said it was my fault. That I'd asked for it. I returned to the room where my father lay, still and silent, and I didn't go out. "So this is where Luna Clara's hiding!" Shelly's voice chirped behind me, sweet and shrill. "Thanks to that blow to the head you gave me, Shawn's been spoiling me ever since."

One of them, the person who had spoken earlier, stepped forward, his expression defiant. “You can also additionally have stopped us,” he stated. “But you can’t prevent the chaos we’ve unleashed. The international community is already falling apart.” I met his gaze, my clear up hardening. “Then we’ll position it lower back together.” The Escape The facility shook violently as we sprinted closer to the exit, the self-destruct collection tearing the underground complicated apart. We reached the floor simply because the very last explosion erupted, a plume of smoke and hearthplace ingesting the mountainside.

Focus on your studies! Brookshire University, the school she had once dreamed of, now meant nothing to Nevaeh. She lasted only a month before filing for a leave of absence. When her family found out, they were furious. Her father was so angry that he almost disowned her. However, she did not care. For Nevaeh, a world without Chester felt so vast and scary that it made her panic. She stayed in a small off-campus apartment with the curtains drawn tight, shutting out everything outside. The room smelled sour, mixed with the odor of instant noodles, alcohol, and stale smoke, with empty bottles scattered across the floor and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts.