Doors Plot: Screams in the Night

[wipeawaythedebt]

The power has gone out. Routine automated maintenance systems and life support are the only things running. They're not enough. The lights have gone out, and they won't be on again for three days. The miner of the Midnight Isle used to take these power downs as unofficial holidays. Card games by battery-operated lights, cold canned dinners and gossip among men who were away from home a year or more at a time. But not now. Now the darkness was silent...

...until it wasn't.

The sounds in the walls, the scratching and slithering get louder and louder until there's a crash from somewhere deep in the ground. That's when the screams start. Inhuman screams from inhuman throats broken only by the sounds of crystalline claws on the metal floors. Shadows grew into monstrous forms with ebon-black scales and no eyes. The monsters of the Midnight Isle were freed from the dark.

And they were hungry.

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[adifferentlife]

This place without power is more ominous than before, were that even possible. The sounds were louder and more frequent, the shadows of the long halls deeper. Sybil is keeping her chair leg close as well as a tool she found, something called a screw driver. They aren’t the best of weapons and she’d rather a rifle even though she’d never been keen on shooting.

She’s about to make some sort of joke, to try and break the tension that’s been building when the screams start. They don’t stop and she realises that the creatures approaching them aren’t the only things screaming. She clamps her lips shut to try and stop the sound that has welled up inside her, the two bits of metal held in front of her in what she knows is a useless manner. She just doesn’t know what else to do.