Continued from scene twenty-nine
Not far from the breaker box was a golf cart charged and ready to go. As we traveled, Jeff schooled me on the various outside corridors running off the main tunnel, each leading to an entrance underneath a member’s home. Inside corridors led to storage, meeting, and living accommodations.
The entire complex was self-sufficient. And could be transformed into a deadly maze if breached by using movable walls to guide intruders to what Jeff nonchalantly called the killing room.
The underground portion of the tour finally ended when we rode up a service elevator leaving us in a building owned by Darrel Lackey, who was busy milking cows. From there, we transferred to Lackey’s truck to retrieve the tractor still sitting in front of the abandoned farmhouse.
“I’ll meet you back at Darrel’s, but I’m going to stop by the house for a minute to check in on Olivia.”
“That’ll be fine, see you in a little while.”
Darrel was nowhere to be found when I returned, so I wandered alone. The place was impressive with all its milking equipment in action. Wanting to learn more about the operation, I tapped an employee on the shoulder while she worked, startling her in the process.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. I haven’t been thinking clearly. The concussion I received during our last meeting has made a fool me to tell you the truth. Can’t see a thing clearly these days. What’s your name again?”
“Cathy—I saw you when we touched. Why didn’t you see me?”
“Like I said, I can’t see a thing. Doc says it will go away, But I’m beginning to wonder.”
“Well, I hope you get better,” she replied, returning to her work without another word.
Shift is an online work of fiction.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter nine.
Timothy French 