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William Walker [84] "Ello, Mate."
Viola Marius [79] I have deiced that I'm half mental. Probably a good thing.
Rowan "Boston" Alder [32] The road out is never the road home when you've seen what I have.
Charlie Redmond [30] "I thought I was already as outside as it got."
Tech [25] "Savouring the world"
Torex [22] "May I assist you?"
October Sinnet [6] Every pretentious book starts with a quote from another pretentious book.
Maddie Salom [4] Just make sure that you are a few feet away from me.

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The guy had to be what Charlie called a "Loonie". His story was almost believable, but Charlie was still uncomfortable, especially with his last phrase. Plus the fact he had made fun of the Exact-O-Knife. What did he have to fight with, his bare han-

Clink.

Charlie looked town to see his sock covered foot nudge the handle of a giant ax. Oh gosh, how had he not noticed that? He looked up at Boston. "Is this yours?" he asked. He couldn't help but smile. "If you like my weapon so much, how about we trade 'cause your sure looks nice too." No, Charlie wasn't going to take his weapon. He wouldn't know how to use it. But, he picked it up anyway, his body being yanked down at the weight, sending him staggering forward, his socks landing in a puddle and getting soaked. He stuck his knife in the pocket to his suit and positioned it so that it was resting on the ground, but Charlie still had a firm grip on it.

"I'll make you a deal," he said. "Since I don't know you aren't making all of this crap up and aren't going to have my face for an evening snack, I'll keep this until you make sure you and your friend are going to leave me alone." Heck, why was he even agreeing to go with him in the first place. But, Charlie knew he couldn't carry the ax and Boston probably could, considering it was his. Boston could follow him if he tried to leave and kill him. Charlie wasn't sure he was prepared for escape yet. Especially not after he had just got word that the catacombs were infested with cannibals.

"Do we have a deal?"

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The buggy looked out of place amongst the filth and skulls, like it was from another planet. Purr for me my beautiful alien I sat in the driver’s seat my spirits soaring, then dropped my face rag Time to party. The old buggy had been restored and modified, I wasn't even sure to how far I had gone with it, I kind of got carried away but it was a work of art. Parts of an ancient game boy were worked into the bumper. Now it'll play my games. Throttling, I punched through the wall of the catacomb, it's architecture as different from the rest of the place as the buggy was. We landed into some kind of dilapidated racing circuit. She's home, but she doesn't want to stay any longer. I took the buggy for a lap avoiding the various hazards and then headed for the way out: a spiralling ramp leading to a rusted iron grate. She can handle it, you'll not keep her caged!. I was lost, the vehicle seemed to be driving me. Charging we punched through the confinement and straight through a blurring warehouse and then out onto a decaying road. We're free Johnny There was a kind of goofy smiled attached to my face as the crazy endeavour wore off and the adrenaline might've faded yet in the distance shone a light. Look, food. As we drove over the uneven road the skeleton seemed to nod, I took that as agreement.

[[OCC: An idea of the buggy.]]
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"I'll make you a deal," he said. "Since I don't know you aren't making all of this crap up and aren't going to have my face for an evening snack, I'll keep this until you make sure you and your friend are going to leave me alone." Charlie stated unused to Beethoven's weight, "Do we have a deal?"

Boston patted his dress wound down fastening it with greater pressure, it stung but he felt more mobile. Boston raised his head at the question, "Ha, I have to say your proposal is more a relief than imposition, be careful though, Beethoven's a fickle creature," Boston indicated to the blade; he sighed circling, Now where was Tech?

Boston made his way haltingly left, and down the passage; it was longer than he anticipated. The wall on his right was caved slightly inwards, and drag marks left a trail. What's that bandit up to? Boston thought, conscious that Charlie was following close behind and liable to see the same signs.

"Just to make things clear, I am not this guys keeper," Boston mentioned, failing to face Charlie who was trailing behind. Boston lowered his head shaking, though still moving. It's truly not been my week Boston reflected, and I need to acquire an iron, this wound cripples me...

A roar could be heard close by, and carbon fumes tainted the air. "That is NOT good kid," Boston remarked, hobbling faster to lighter, nosier opening. Boston froze. The opening was a room full of all sorts mechanical parts and scavengable trinkets; though the word "safe" did not describe the place. The back opened out further into what looked like underground racer tracks.

The worst part, the part that stunned Boston, was the rattling raging buggy, shooting off into the distance. It was clearly Tech. "-------," Boston breathed, just as Charlie appeared; both gazing at the dot being devoured by darkness.

A cool breeze penetrated the chamber; the opening was obviously Tech's doing. A rag fluttered by, greasy and bloodied.

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Viola gave a weak smile.
"Good," She put away her gun and knife. She closed her bag and looked at William.
"What do you think that noise was?" Viola asked.
Viola had heard a few more sounds after William left, but they could have been anything.
She grabbed a few more chips and ate them.

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William made a small chuckle.
"Don't know about the first one, but...I can tell you that that second one was when I fell down the stairs..."
She stopped herself there.
"Don't ask how..."
She then quickly added on. From what William thought, she tripped over air, which she didn't like to do, much less admit. She sighed, and sat down. She grabbed a half empty notebook, and started to draw. She didn't really plan what she drew, she'd just draw mindlessly...

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Viola looked at her own notebook. She found an old picture of her mother she had drawn. She watched William draw silently.
Viola flipped through her book some more. All pictures of her family. She held back a few tears and kept looking at the pictures. She barely remembered drawing them. She sighed and closed her notebook.

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Charlie watched as Boston got up. Where was he going? Boston vanished down the tunnel. He gulped. If Charlie had ever had an escape chance, it was now, but he was curious. Dragging the ax, what had been referred to as "Beethoven", he followed the direction and quickly caught up with him. He was staring at the wall, and Charlie quickly realized they were drag marks. He hoped they had been made a long time ago and were just permanent scars to the wall, not the cannibal that they had been lost, but what Boston said next quickly sent that hope running for their money.

"Just to make things clear, I am not this guys keeper," Boston said, turning to face Charlie.

"Then why do you keep him around if you don't agree with... eating people?" Charlie asked, but was drowned out by a roar from deeper in the tunnel. Boston said something, but Charlie wasn't paying attention. Where had that roar came from?

Boston quickly hobbled further out of Charlie's view and he began to drag Beethoven again, but eventually dropped the ax. He hurried to find Boston. Charlie noticed a small dot getting smaller and smaller. Was it some type of flying car? They had those a lot before the Touch.

"How do you get one of... those down here?" he thought aloud, watching until the small dot of light vanished. He looked over at Boston, who looked quite frustrated. Charlie crossed his arms, assuming this was quite a problem. "Just a wild guess, but I assume that was your cannibal, right?"

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William finishes drawing. She pauses for a moment, and grunts in confusion. It was a drawing of shattered glass, but if she thought for a moment, it looked as if it formed a wing. She wasn't sure why she drew this. Shrugging, she started to pace the attic, wondering what the picture meant.
William heard a small sigh from Viola, but she shook it off and went back to focusing.
What could shattered glass mean? Maybe earlier, nah...There's never been a case when I can't figure out why I drew something. Why can't I figure it out?! Maybe Viola will know? Perhaps, but I think I'm keeping it to myself.
Willie kept pacing.

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"Just a wild guess," Charlie commented, "...but I assume that was your cannibal, right?"

"That was him alright; I was daft to trust that drifter in the first place." Boston replied dryly moving into the room. On inspection, the room had less than anything helpful though the exit was a plus. "I'm not sure about you, but I'm ready to leave this hell." Boston exclaimed but noticed something by what looked like a makeshift pit; a welder. Tech really was technical after all, huh...

"Hold it a sec, I'm going to need Beethoven." Boston looked to Charlie but his axe wasn't accompanying, it wasn't surprising; the weapon wasn't the easiest companion. Charlie looked back towards the tunnel they'd emerged from, and by that Boston judge it was far behind them. "Grab it I have something to do," Boston requested.

Charlie hesitantly nodded and shuffled off quite bewildered. Meanwhile Boston removed his jacket and laid it out next to the pit. Sitting down on his jacket Boston lifted his navy shirt up and ripped his dress wound away, "Arrgh!" The wound bit at his side, it was sore, red and it looked slightly infected. Trust a bandit to use dirty weapons.

Charlie returned, creating a new trail; Beethoven's. He apprehensively dropped the weapon at Bostons feet but for the first time saw Bostons growing wound. "Grimm..." Charlie squinted, it wasn't every day that person slowly died from slow wounds, especially not infected ones. Boston could tell he was intrigued by what he was about to attempt. He switched the welder on.

A strong white flame emanated from the torch and Boston lifted both welder and weapon in either hand, introducing them. Sparks started to ricochet from the circular saw part of Beethoven, the blade began turning red whilst tiny flares marked Bostons arm. He grunted at the discomfort. When the saw glowed Boston discarded the flame, letting it fall into the pit, I hate this par... Boston clenched his teeth as he pressed the makeshift iron against his stomach and pain incinerated all thought. "ARGH!" Boston screamed dropping the axe to his feet.

It took several minutes and many paced inhalations for Boston to return to his body; the wound now sealed was a swollen circular scar, still raw and not pretty. Bostons eyes scanned to where Charlie had been observing but not even his shadow remained.

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Charlie's socks slapped into puddles as he ran, the lights in the tunnels slowly becoming darker. As he ran, he saw his shoes and flashlight sitting in a puddle. He slipped his shoes back on his feet and grabbed his flashlight, turning the power button on. Nothing happened, so he turned it off, hit it a couple times, and tried again. Still nothing. Charlie groaned, but hurried on his way, leaving Boston back in the tunnels. After what the guy had just done to seal his wound, Charlie could outrun him with ease.

Charlie decided he'd get back to the department store and stay there as long as he could. He'd eventually have to move on, he knew that, but when in an apocalypse you never want to think too far ahead. But before he could even start moving, a bunch of sparks shot from circuitry that was keeping the catacombs alight. The light faltered, then everything went dark. "Crap," he muttered.

He fumbled through the dark, banging his flashlight, trying to get it to somehow turn on, but to no luck. He nervously looked around in the dark, but saw nothing. Charlie wasn't about to travel in the complete dark. He'd end up hurting himself and he knew it. So he sat down and rummaged through his bag, hoping the lights would eventually flip back on... or his flashlight would magically get over it's water damage. Either would be great.

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Viola suddenly heard another sound. She looked up. William didn't seem to have heard it.
Viola sighed and focused on her previous drawing. Probably her imagination or something.
She looked around once more. The same sound echoed, making it much louder.
Viola decided that she should ignore it. The house probably made that sound a lot.
She shook her head and kept drawing.

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"Huh?" Boston snapped to. The boy. Boston turned his head left and right, no sign. The room was dim and Boston's vision blurry. It was difficult for him to stand, flames shot across his stomach as Boston pulled upwards. The swelling had subsided but skin was blotchy and raw.

Boston couldn't blame Charlies reaction, he was 15 and exposed to the harsh atrocities that had befallen the world. He'd recently just cauterized a wound with a saw; something Charlie could have done without experiencing. No... nothing is what is was, none of us are.

Boston's balance frayed and he staggered side ways, Get a grip. With Tech's abandonment he'd lost his seemingly only ride out but the more pressing issue was Charlie; no tracks pointed to the decimated wall, which left... Which leaves...

Echoed footsteps and raised voices grew seemingly closer, "Charlie!" Bandits... Boston never thought Tech's patrol was the only one but no evidence of that had surfaced until now. Boston felt hazy but adrenaline fed his system. He grabbed his jacket leaving behind his ruined shirt.

They must have heard Tech's escape. Boston concluded, heart pulsing as he turned out of the room. It was difficult to guess where the noises were sourced, it seemed every tunnel but none in particular; it confused Boston. The road forked and forked again. "What to do...?" Boston puzzled. There is much Charlie's going to be able to do with a scalpel...

He picked a path and hoped for the best. "Charlie!" Boston yelled, "We got company!" There was no smart way to play this; most of the tunnels lights had flickered on, they'd both be spotted soon. It wasn't until Boston was three or four tunnels and turns away that he realized...


...Beethoven. Which lay forgotten in the room.

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William continues to pace. She then hears more sounds...
"Did you hear that?"
She murmurs. Willie wasn't sure if she was hallucinating, or if it was real. She sighs,
'It's probably my imagination..."
And continues to pace, now wondering about the sounds, and where they could have came from.

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"I actually did," Viola answered.
Viola stood up.
"Do you want to check it out?"
Viola asked, putting down her note book and lifting up her satchel.

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"Perhaps..."
William looked to Viola, and headed back over to the exit of the attic, where she had left her rifle. She bends down, and picks her gun back up.
"Maybe we should try to be quiet."
She announces, already on the lower floor.

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Charlie sat crouched in his small corner, sitting in the absolute dark. He wondered if the whole catacombs had gone out or just this one tunnel. But, was he about to get from his protective stance and go looking? Not a chance. Suddenly a shout came from far away in the tunnel. Terror swept over Charlie as he quickly zipped up his bag and clutched his Exact-O-Knife. Relax, it's just Boston, he thought to himself. He wondered how angry the guy was at him. Charlie was probably his only hope at finding a way out, even if he didn't know that Charlie knew the way out. At full force, Charlie knew that Boston could probably pound him into the ground, but since he wasn't at full health he felt much safer.

Suddenly, from the opposite direction of Boston's voice, came a noise. "Just the catacombs," Charlie whispered to himself, barely audible. And he almost believed that, until he heard a shout from Boston, who seemed to be getting farther away, not closer. He probably had gone down a different tunnel. But, Charlie quickly realized what he was saying, although it was quite difficult to make out.

"We got company!"

Charlie felt all of his senses go numb. The cannibals! He thought he recalled Boston saying he had killed most of them! He jerked up when he realized the noises were seeming to get closer to him. Yep, the noises weren't the catacombs at all. In the pitch black, Charlie wouldn't be able to defend himself very well. He pulled out his flashlight and flipped it on, but no light emerged from the bulb. Turning it off and trying again, he almost begged for the light to allow some illumination, even if it was hardly any at all, but his hopes were crushed once again. Turning it off again, he began to beat it as hard as he could, relentlessly, even hitting against the skull covered walls. "You blasted piece of junk!" he shrieked, his thick British accent just making it sound like gibberish, his words completely lost. He flipped the switch on one last time, a dim yet glorious light streaming out of it, just to reveal an angry face right before it leaped on Charlie, knocking him to the ground.

Charlie let out an anguished cry as he was pinned to the ground, still gripping his flashlight, but his Exact-O-Knife skidding out of his reach. With one look at the man on top of him, Charlie realized these were in fact not cannibals. Well, they could be, but they were not the bandits Boston had warned him about.

The man on top of Charlie had tan skin, much too tan for it to be a bandit who dwelled in underground catacombs. The man's curly black hair had been pulled out, leaving a bunch of bloody bald patches on his head. He was missing four of his front teeth, giving him a hideous smile that he showed to Charlie. These were not bandits at all- they were Loonies, the same Loonies who lurked the streets for people to murder and tried to find ways to break into The Dome. And they were going to slaughter Charlie, here in the dark, wet, underground catacomb tunnel.

The Loonie slammed a rock onto Charlie's chest, knocking the wind out of him. He raised it up to strike again, but Charlie whacked him in the head with his flashlight, knocking him off so he could scramble and grab his Exact-O-Knife. As the man charged again, he stabbed him in the hand, the man letting out a horrible scream and stumbling back into the dark of the tunnel. Charlie guessed it was over, but an arm wrapped around his neck and squeezed. Charlie let out a gag before stabbing the Loonie, a woman, in the arm. She shrieked, but didn't let go, so Charlie kept stabbing until she finally released him, letting him breathe. But, she bent his arm back and suddenly Charlie felt her teeth sink into his arm, right where he had tore open his suit and his skin was showing. He howled, kicking behind him and nailing her in the stomach, enough to make her stumble back, taking a bit of Charlie's skin with her. The world went dizzy, but the Loonies didn't attack again. They were gone.

Charlie crawled back to his bag and rummaged through it, until he found the water and body wash. He dumped pretty much all of the body wash on his arm, then all of his water bottle, scrubbing it as well as he could. In agony, he allowed himself to drop his flashlight and toy knife, which was now covered in blood. He checked his watch. It was 4:26 in the afternoon. He was going to die at the same time tomorrow. Why? The woman had bit him... He had been touched.

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Before the girl had a chance to answer, all the lights suddenly snapped off in The Dome, leaving everyone in the dark. The roar that had once been busy streets went silent. Everyone was confused. Luckily, back up generators kicked on, street lamps giving the dark a small bit of illumination.

"What's going on?" people cried. Sobs echoed through the streets. Everyone knew something horrible was happening. Torex looked around. He knew this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Do not panic," a woman's voice over a loudspeaker system that was wired into The Dome said. "Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic." She repeated it over and over on some kind of endless loop. What was this?

Suddenly a bang came from above everyone. The Dome had to be broken, because they could see a person on top of it, banging on the glass with their fist. They had many attacks before, but why was this one doing so much damage? A scream came as his answer, from far away in The Dome but his robotic hearing senses could make it out.

"They're getting in!"

The "Do not panic" loop stopped. People began to wonder if it was over. They began to exhale again, feeling safe.

"Panic. Panic. Panic." The loop restarted, but differently, sending people screaming and running. The people on the outside were getting IN.

Torex looked down at the girl once again. "So, do you know where the Robot Preservation and Defense Center is?" he asked once again, hardly sounding panicked. He was a robot. It felt like the apocalypse, but he wasn't in danger of dying. He wasn't afraid for himself in the least bit.

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Viola nodded. She and William quietly walked down to the first floor. Viola could faintly hear a siren in the distance.
"What is that?" Viola asked.
William shrugged.
"Viola looked out the window. "Hey, I think it's coming from the the Dome!"
Viola walked outside and walked a little closer. She could barely see, but she could make out the top of it. Was that a person up there?
"William! Someone's trying to get in the Dome, and it's working!" Viola said.

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Time unwound fast and it was not long before Boston had lost complete bearings on the routes he'd trodden earlier. Several bodies had laid ripped into a passage or so back, they were bandits, just not anymore. It was clear they and the bandits weren't the only ones in the tunnels now. Why am I still thinking "us"... Boston berated; with Tech AWOL and Charlie... well he knew an exit. I'm sorry kid... If there was any hope in hell... Boston had to admit he was lost.

The lighting in the tunnels had dropped out again but not before Boston had looted the bandits. There wasn't a great deal in all honesty to loot, the biscuits were open and weren't worth the risk, the bottle had its seal broken and a knife that lay beside had blood covering it from tip to hilt. The gem find was an unopened can of sprite, which was a relic even before the outbreak. His only other finds were a rusted zippo and a trowel sharpened to a jagged point. Boston could in theory defend himself now, though if he was as clumsy with the infected as he was with the bandits he knew he wouldn't be walking away again.

The dancing glow of the zippo etched out each passage faintly, though Boston no longer stepped with pace. The catacombs were quiet once again... Soldiering on was what Boston did, but with the past however long and the damage his body had sustained he needed rest. I dare not, weary is one thing but this place is treacherous and I doubt it'd permit sleep.

Before long walking became shuffling, Boston was dragging one foot in front of the other at a weighted time, bracing himself against the passages wall as he went. The zippo had long since heated and scolded Bostons right thumb, he now flickered it only at the beginning of each passage.

"What?!" Boston couldn't believe it, "No..." He breathed aghast and slumped down. He held the lighter up again, flipping the top and rolling the trigger. He squinted at first as light erupted outwards but it soon became clear, at the end of the passage, a couple of bodies lay; the bandits he'd previously scavenged from.

Tilting his head back Boston rested against the wall, moments passed. If there was a vent or entrance nearby Boston would have sworn wind just howled past. No wind means... He lifted his hand from the dusty soil and felt along his belt. Clutching the trowels handle he jostled it out and turned his body outstretching and anchoring the deep into the wall. Move or die. Boston's muscles strained as he pulled his body up, breathing heavily. Waves of en-flamed electric coursed along his stomach, tensing his left side. Fighting the negative concoction possessing him he staggered up against the wall; he glimpsed florescent eyes glowing in the dark, "Darn," he breathed out, but not a second later his view was pulled away.

Face first in dirt, Boston refrained from spitting out instead choosing to roll onto his back. No eyes, no movement, no seething wails. Allowing breath after a long pause caused Boston to splutter, he spat and wiped dirt from his mouth. Move. It wasn't an alcove Boston was surprised to find but a hidden passage and he threw himself down it.

Stairs!

It was too unbelievable, Boston dropped against it. "ooooooooooorrnnnnnnnnn........" The wind penetrated every fiber Boston had. There's no wind down here. He craned his neck towards the entrance and sure enough the illuminated eyes had found him.

"I'd get those checked out, if I were you," Boston incited, "Though you'd make a fortune in the glow stick industry." He push off the step, trowel to hand. "Promise me those eyes if this falls ill, I'd scare the nuts of a squirrel," Boston jabbed his foot out kicking the creature back. It stumbled backwards, arms lashing about savagely. Drool could be seen foaming from its decayed mouth and it pushed off against the floor towards Boston in a fever.

Too exposed. Boston had too much experience facing the infected but he was unprepared, ill-equipped, fatigued and wounded... He threw the trowel, knowing if it got close it'd be too late. The assailant kept advancing failing to even notice the gardening tool, now embedded in her chest cavity.

"Shoot." Boston sighed, sitting back against the spiraling metal steps. And I didn't even get to taste that sprite...

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William gasped.
"No way!"
She ran towards Viola, and stared.
"There's a CRACK IN THE DOME!"
She cried, running closer.
"Do you think we could get in?!"
Willie whispered, wandering towards the car. Without receiving a response, William ran to the door, locked it, and yelled,
"GET IN THE CAR!"

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I'm coming! Viola ran to the car.
She got in.
"I can't believe it! There's actually a CRACK in the Dome!" Viola cried.
"Do you think we can get in?"
She asked, as William started to drive as fast as she could. There were already some cars and people lined up outside the Dome. Viola couldn't believe it. Some many people had tried, and now there was a crack in the Dome? It was a pure miracle.

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"It's about to get bumpy,"
Chuckled William, seeing the hold up.
''We are getting in there."
She announced. William drove around everyone, speeding very fast. Soon, they got to the front, the car damaged by some. William shoved the door open, and stood on the hood of the car.
"Come'on, mate. I'm pretty sure this isn't just my dream!"
William shouted.

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Charlie's eyes fluttered open. Had he fallen asleep? How long had he been out? His head pounded. It was a really horrible feeling to be dying. But, he stood up and looked at his arm. The spot where he had been bitten was swollen, surrounded by pink inflamed skin, and red, blood seeping from it. He groaned, bending over to pick up his bag and rummage through it and pull out some painkillers. He didn't have anything to swallow them with, so he forced three down his throat dry. It might have been an overdose, but Charlie was too confused to notice. He grabbed his Exact-O-Knife, which was covered in blood, and his flashlight. Now if he could just remember which way the exit was...

Charlie looked to his left and to his right. Which way down the tunnel was it? He remembered walking with a guy, the name had slipped his mind, but which way was which? Charlie stumbled down the right, walking like a drunk and confused man. His mind was hazy, but he thought this was the right way.

"Charlie..." someone spoke from the distance. Charlie's head snapped up to see an old man standing in front of him. The man had white hair and a beard that surrounded his face like a lion's mane.

"Who are you?" Charlie asked, the old man who had given him his rabbit's foot was not ringing a bell in his disoriented mind.

"Charlie, listen to me, you're confused and hurt," he said, sounding calm. Charlie looked down at himself, his white haz-mat suit covered in blood, some his and some of it belonging to the Loonies. Charlie looked up, panicked. The man reached out and tried to grab him by the shoulder, but Charlie pulled away.

"You don't wanna touch me... Something bad happened..." he said, unable to quite remember all the events of what had occurred in the catacombs.

"It's okay," he reassured Charlie. "I know the way out. Just follow me." The man quickly turned and began walking deeper into the tunnel. Charlie obediently followed, passing by familiar signs, like the skeleton with skin still attached in parts. Charlie didn't recognize any of these until he ran into the end of the tunnel, with a ladder attached to the wall that led into a hole in the roof. Charlie turned to thank the old man, but he was gone. Charlie shook his head, ignoring it, and climbed up the ladder his head poking through the broken floorboards that he had moved only a few hours earlier. Sunlight hit him, causing him to shield his face with his hands. He pulled himself out, heaving his bag up with him. He stood up, dusted himself off, and blinked. The house wasn't ringing a bell. So, Charlie stepped outside to be greeted by a giant view of The Dome in the distance, which was being flooded by people who were crawling on top of it and lining up around the sides. Acting like this was totally normal, Charlie began walking towards the huge crowd. But, if he touched someone unknowingly, who was to know what would happen.

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Viola jumped out of the car and stood next to William.
"I think it's almost broken!" She cried.
"I can't believe it! It's breaking!"
Viola bounced up and down a little. If the Dome started to break, even a little, Viola was sure that she and William could get through.
Viola crossed her fingers.
"C'mon, just break it," She whispered.

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"We should get up there now, they're going to try to fix it immediately!"
William told Viola, already grabbing her hand, and pulling her off the hood of the car, and to the Dome.
"I think we need to climb it..."
She murmured, starring at it, with her eyes wide open.
"Can ya climb, mate?"
She asked, lugging her foot on to the surface...