Shift – Startled

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 on Olivia.”

“That’ll be fine Jeff, see you in a little while.”

Darrel was nowhere to be found when I returned to the barn, so I wandered around on my own. 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. Startled, she turned quickly.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. I haven’t been thinking clearly. The concussion I received during our last meeting has made me a fool 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.

Continue to scene thirty-one


Shift is an online work of fiction.

This is the first draft of my mauscript 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 seven.

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