Salvation: Secret Apocalypse Book 5 (A Secret Apocalypse Story) by James Harden Read Free Book Online

and slowly comes to the understanding that I am going to go through with
this with or without his help. “The sick bay is tough to get to,” he says.
    “I don’t care.
Just show me where it is.”
    “And I should
stay here,” he adds. “I can guide you. I’ll man the CCTV. I’ll be your eyes and
ears.”
    “Yeah, that
sounds good.”
    “I mean, I would
go. But I’m better off here. I’m more useful to you if I stay here. Do you know
how to work this security system?”
    It was a
ridiculous question. Of course I had no idea how to work the security system.
    “No, of course
not,” I say. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make excuses. You don’t have to
justify not coming. I’m prepared to do this. I want to do this.”
    He moves over to
the book shelf and retrieves two walkie-talkies.
    He turns one on
and a blast of loud static erupts from the small speaker.
    “Turn that thing
off,” I say.
    He doesn’t turn
it off, but he does turn the volume way down. “We need these to communicate.”
    He handed me one
of the radios.
    “Won’t this be
too loud?” I ask. “The static, the noise will attract the infected in no time.”
    He gave me a
pair of head phones. “Plug these into the walkie-talkie. That’ll take care of
the noise. I'll do the talking. You just listen. Only talk back if you need to.
Make sure you whisper. Remember, you can't let them hear you. You can’t let
them see you. You need to be invisible.”
    And I say, “You
don’t need to remind me.”
    He grabs the blueprints and rolls them out so they are flat on the
table. “These blueprints are online. But since everything was shut down, and
the passwords were all changed, I haven’t been able to access anything.”
    “Thank god for backups and hard copies,” I say.
    “Yeah. Exactly.”
    He keeps the blueprints spread out on the table and uses his
walkie-talkie as a paper weight to keep them flat. “We are here,” he says,
pointing. “The sick bay is here.”
    “Is the sick bay near the interrogation rooms? Is it near that crowd of
infected people?”
    “It’s relatively close. But it’s completely separated. You should be
safe from them.”
    “Should?”
    “I can’t guarantee it. I told you. Rock and a hard place.”
    Great, I think to myself as I begin to freak out. “ It’s fine,” I say, playing it cool. “Where’s the NVX stored?”
    “So the sick bay is basically a small hospital room,” George says.
“There should be about six beds.”
    I study the blue prints. We are near the holding cells and the admin
offices. Next along are the interrogation rooms. Then the sick bay. Next to the
sick bay is a small cafeteria. Each different area is separated by heavy duty
security doors.
    At the very end of the corridor that contained the holding cells, the
corridor that is outside of this very room, is a stairwell that leads down to a
double set of security doors. On the other side of the security doors is
another long corridor.
    It is the access point to the military prison.
    I make a mental note that this will probably be our escape route. It is
the closest exit point out of this area. The only problem is, I have no idea
where it leads to or what is waiting for us down there. The alternative to this
option is to get all the way to the subway station. The subway station is the
main entry and exit point for this part of the facility. But this is a long way
away. And again, we have no idea if the station is overrun. And we have no idea
what is lurking in those subway tunnels.
    George lays another set of clear blue prints over the existing ones. The
clear blue prints show the air vents.
    “You need to crawl through the air vents and pass through five
junctions,” he says. “Once you are through the fifth junction you should see a
grate. You should be able to remove the grate by loosening the screws that hold
it in place.”
    He hands me a small screw driver.
    “This grate should be directly over the sick bay,” he