socalfunplaces Chapter 64 Containment Breach!
Chapter 64 Containment Breach!
Chapter 64 Containment Breach!
"Buzz—"
The piercing noise of the electric microphone instantly drowned out the low hum of the machinery in the base. Then, an emotionless, synthesized electronic voice, as if produced by rubbing dry bones against vocal cords, exploded in every corner of the "Black Rock" base.
[Urgent Notice! Urgent Notice!]
[Code: OBSIDIAN—FALL (Obsidian Fall)]
[A Level I cognitive hazard leak has been detected from the Marker (Divine Seal). The mental pollution index has exceeded the critical value.]
[According to Chapter 7, Section 4 of the U.S. Department of Defense's Deep Sea Unconventional Threat Defense Protocol:]
[Initiate the "Stone Coffin" procedure immediately.]
All external gates are locking.
The ventilation duct is melting.
The emergency elevator has been shut down.
This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill. God bless America.
As the broadcast ended, the brightly lit corridor lights suddenly went out. In their place, a chilling, spinning red emergency alarm light illuminated the corridor.
"Waaah—waaah—"
The piercing air raid siren echoed through the narrow metal passageway, each echo like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of the survivors.
"Boom—Crack!"
Less than twenty meters in front of Altman, a special alloy airtight door, half a meter thick, fell heavily from a hidden layer in the ceiling.
The dull thud made the floor tremble.
Not just this one.
The entire base, all entrances and exits, all escape routes, were physically locked simultaneously. The clicking sounds of hydraulic latches locking up echoed repeatedly, like the sound of nails being driven into a coffin.
This is the military's logic.
When a containment breach occurs, the primary task is never to rescue the survivors inside, but to prevent the "things" inside from escaping.
This base, located 1,200 meters underwater, was at this moment completely transformed into an iron tomb buried deep in hell. As for those inside who weren't quite dead yet?
Ah, that's just the "loss cost" that we have to pay.
After all, for the United States, the value of this entire base is nothing compared to the secret of the infinite energy behind the Divine Seal.
"Huff—huff—huff—"
Altman was breathing heavily, as if his lungs were on fire.
He was running.
In this maze of flashing red lights and blaring alarms, I frantically fled like a headless fly.
Behind me came not only heavy footsteps, but also a chilling, wet dragging sound.
-
That's Stevens.
Or rather, it was something that used to be called Stevens.
"Michael—why are you running?"
The voice stood out clearly amidst the echoing alarm, carrying a twisted sense of pleasure.
"Emily is waiting for you—we are waiting for you—don't be shy, let's become one!"
"Get out of my way! You're a madman!"
Altman whirled around a corner, his non-slip boots sparking as they scraped against the metal floor, nearly causing him to slip.
Logically speaking, this chase shouldn't have lasted this long.
Although Altman was an academic geophysicist, he was by no means the kind of bookworm who couldn't even kill a chicken.
His girlfriend is a folklorist who needs to conduct field research year-round, and in order to keep up with her, Altman has a long-standing habit of exercising and has extensive experience in hiking in the wild.
Even if he can't compare to a special forces soldier, he should be more than capable of easily defeating Stevens, who spends all his time in the lab and is as thin as a bamboo pole.
But reality delivered a resounding slap to common sense.
That madman—he has no idea what exhaustion is, let alone pain.
During the chase, Altman witnessed Stevens jump down from the three-meter-high stair railing to take a shortcut.
With a "crack," Altman even heard the sound of his ankle breaking.
A normal person would be lying on the ground groaning in pain by now.
But what about Stevens?
He stumbled slightly, then, in that twisted, reversed-joint posture, dragging his broken leg, he continued running at a speed that completely defied biomechanics.
That pale face still wore that eerily happy smile, and she was humming "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
"This isn't even human—"
Altman felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Humans have limits. Lactic acid builds up, muscles tire, and fear drains energy.
But the thing behind him was like a flesh-and-blood machine forcibly overclocked by the divine seal. As long as its nerves weren't completely severed, it would keep chasing until it tore its target to pieces.
"when!"
A bloodstained steel pipe slammed into the wall where Altman had just been standing, sending sparks flying.
"Got you—"
Stevens' figure appeared and disappeared under the red warning lights. He was holding the murder weapon that killed Gast, and he approached Altman, who was blocked at the T-junction, step by step.
"It's over." Altman watched the drooling face getting closer and closer, and closed his eyes in despair.
However, at this critical moment...
Perhaps God finally remembered to take a look at this hell, or perhaps the base's backup energy ran out.
"Zi—"
"
The red warning light that had been flashing overhead suddenly burst into a burst of sparks and went out completely.
The entire corridor was instantly plunged into absolute darkness, where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Stevens, who was lunging forward, lost sight of his target and paused for a moment.
It's now!
Altman was overcome by his survival instincts.
Instead of retreating, he lunged forward and sideways, his shoulder slamming into Stevens' chest.
Although the madman possessed immense strength, his weight was still the same. Caught completely off guard, Stevens was instantly knocked off balance and fell towards a piece of equipment.
"Bang!"
Taking advantage of the momentary chaos, Altman scrambled through a half-open door next to him.
That's the biological laboratory in Zone C.
He closed the door behind him without trying to lock it, because the electronic lock was useless when the power was off.
Relying on his memory, he groped his way into a sample storage compartment deep inside the laboratory and huddled in a cabinet under the lab bench.
Hold your breath.
Control your heart rate.
Altman covered his mouth and nose tightly, his eyes bloodshot from extreme fear.
Footsteps came from outside the door.
Slow and tedious.
Accompanied by the sound of steel pipes being dragged across the floor.
"Sizzle—Sizzle—"
"Michael? Where are you? I know you're here—"
The voice was right outside the door, through the thin wall.
"Stop hiding—the radiance of the divine seal will illuminate everything—come out—let us be whole—"