Sorry for the incomplete post. I was interrupted by one of the MCO coming into the cafe. I took the train down south a bit more. I'm now in a rather obscure town near the coast.
Anyway...as I was saying.
I broke a vent and climbed through the tight space for about 6 metres or so before turning a corner and clambering into a dusty and dark maintenance tunnel. The air seemed heavy and humid and the space ahead of me was tight and claustrophobic. I edged along to a bend roughly 10 metres ahead, my path dimly illuminated by the glow of my laptop (ok...so I carried my laptop with me...it may be clunky, but it's practical!). Tremors from the explosions shook the tunnel, causing dust and rubble to fall to the ground and, on occasion, me.
Eventually I turned the corner to see a door on the other side with a dimly glowing fire escape sign above it. I started to run towards it. Through a vent I could make out the faint sound of gunfire. The bunker sounded as if it had been fully breached.
Moments before I could push the door open, it blasted outwards sending me reeling back. I cried out with pain as the dust settled before me. The door had been completely knocked off its hinges, as well as a few chunks of the wall surrounding the frame. In the now open space stood the seedeater, glaring at me. This time there were no apologies for the pain, or begging for mercy. It was desperate and hungry. I tried to get to my feet, but it was too late. The monstrosity was already charging towards me, tackling me to the ground and pinning me down.
The rest was somewhat of a blur to me, but to my understanding a couple of "RDPD" agents burst through the gap, firing at the creature. This just pissed him off... as he grabbed me by the head, smashed the back of my skull into the ground (which hurt like a bitch, might I add) and ran off to the guy shooting at him. I don't know exactly what happened then, as I was fading out of consciousness...but by the look of what we could recover of that guys body after he was done with him...'Seedy must have been pretty damn hungy.
When I regained consciousness a few hours later, an RDPD agent was leaning over me, tending to my wounds and by the looks of it, holding back tears.He told me his name was Andrew and that he couldn't stay long, but that we should meet up in London at an address he had put inside my bag, but I shouldn't turn up any sooner than the 27th of July. He claimed that he would reveal all soon...but that I shouldn't trust the MCO, as their intent towards me wasn't exactly benevolent.
He gave me a marked map of the quickest way out of the facility and into the great outdoors again, and went off to tell the RDPD that I had been sighted heading west, whereas I had actually been instructed to head east.
Since then I've been on the move constantly...It's only been the last few nights that I've not been hounded for enough time to find an internet connection and get down to business.
The worst thing? They've frozen my family's accounts now. I have maybe £200 of funds left over and that's it.
I don't know what to do for the next few days.
Survive, I guess. I'm good at that.
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