Julian84
2014-05-03, 10:03 AM
1:37 PM
The last day of her ordinary life.
Or is it?
Lauren Falkner dully washes her hands under a tepid stream of water, rubbing away grime and caked off dust from another job. Her surroundings might have impressed her once upon a time… But now it was just as gray as the murky water flowing down the drain. The restrooms of the Empire State Building, like much of the rest of the opulent building, had been designed to evoke awe and envy, to remind the little people just how high a person could reach, a star on the horizon for them to continually strive to grasp.
She had been brought in that day to perform routine annual maintenance, a lengthy job that kept her busy for a few days as she went floor by floor, making sure that each system was cleaned, faulty wiring replaced, and the system as a whole was secure. Many people didn’t expect to find a woman in an electrician job, but her father had impressed upon her the knowledge of how much people will pay to avoid doing unpleasant work such as this by themselves. He had raised her to be a doer, and she had shown a flare of aptitude for the trade.
The lights suddenly flicker, causing her to glance up in annoyance. Hadn’t she just finished the maintenance for this floor? It shouldn’t be-
A shuddering tremor races through the floor, knocking her off-balance, forced to grab the lip of the counter to steady herself. An earthquake?
With a chill feeling of horror, realization dawns on her as echoing screams reach her ears, gunfire cracking off within the building… Something terrible is happening.
The last day of her ordinary life.
Or is it?
Lauren Falkner dully washes her hands under a tepid stream of water, rubbing away grime and caked off dust from another job. Her surroundings might have impressed her once upon a time… But now it was just as gray as the murky water flowing down the drain. The restrooms of the Empire State Building, like much of the rest of the opulent building, had been designed to evoke awe and envy, to remind the little people just how high a person could reach, a star on the horizon for them to continually strive to grasp.
She had been brought in that day to perform routine annual maintenance, a lengthy job that kept her busy for a few days as she went floor by floor, making sure that each system was cleaned, faulty wiring replaced, and the system as a whole was secure. Many people didn’t expect to find a woman in an electrician job, but her father had impressed upon her the knowledge of how much people will pay to avoid doing unpleasant work such as this by themselves. He had raised her to be a doer, and she had shown a flare of aptitude for the trade.
The lights suddenly flicker, causing her to glance up in annoyance. Hadn’t she just finished the maintenance for this floor? It shouldn’t be-
A shuddering tremor races through the floor, knocking her off-balance, forced to grab the lip of the counter to steady herself. An earthquake?
With a chill feeling of horror, realization dawns on her as echoing screams reach her ears, gunfire cracking off within the building… Something terrible is happening.