You're a maintenance worker

Today's job: routine inspection of the old bunker beneath the town

Nobody goes down there. You just check the gauges, sign the form and leave

Except today the floor gave out

And what's underneath the bunker is not more bunker. It's dark. It moves. The air hums with a frequency that makes your teeth ache. And standing in the center of it, wreathed in afterimages and a silhouette that doesn't obey the laws of light, is something tall and sharp.

You were not meant to see this.

"Unfortunate."

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