anovelconsole Chapter 121: The Silo
Chapter 121: The Silo
Chapter 121: The Silo
"Well..." I said, stepping out of my Corvega and staring at the collection of scrap before me. "I guess this must be the place."
"The location does indeed match the coordinates, Friend_Courier."
I was standing at what should have been the entrance to a narrow canyon. I say 'should' because the only level part leading deeper into the mountain range ahead of me was completely blocked off by a large wall of twisted metal, rusty cars and wreckage. Like ED-E said, this place matched the coordinates, all right. But I had other reasons for thinking that this was the place: graffiti. Most of it was just words and phrases, scrawled in various different colors of spray paint (but mostly red).
Lonesome Road
YOU CAN GO HOME, COURIER
the Divide
All of those and more were scrawled on the various bits of wreckage. But the largest was a question written along the side of the charred hulk of a bus, painted in yellow and black, and underlined several times for good measure:
COURIER SIX?
"The decorations adorning refid:CanyonWreckage seem slightly unnecessary," ED-E buzzed around as I approached the bus. He kept talking, spouting off something that I didn't quite hear. I wasn't really paying attention because I suddenly became aware of one last piece of graffiti: scrawled in white on the door of the bus was the same flag symbol I'd seen in the Big Empty.
White... the red symbols meant danger. I'd worked that much out. But blue and white... I didn't know. Not for certain. That is, if it actually meant anything at all... I reached out cautiously, to push open the door.
There was a hiss of released gas, a shudder and grind of metal against metal, and the bus door opened, disturbing a large cloud of sand and grit as it moved.
"That was needlessly over dramatic, Friend_Courier," ED-E said directly behind me; I practically jumped out of my skin. I hadn't realized he'd floated down yet.
"Hey, don't blame me," I said, shaking it off and heading back to my car. "I didn't set all this up..." I popped open the trunk, and started collecting my weapons. Bring all you can carry. The words echoed in my head. I wasn't going to bring everything. I wouldn't be able to move if I did that, and move was the one thing I was sure I definitely needed to be able to do.
I had most of my pistols on me, if nothing else. Roscoe, That Gun, the Ranger Sequoia, the Pulse Gun on a holster sewn into the inside of the duster, the Sonic Emitter on the other side. The sawed off shotgun was on my hip, and I had at least five knives along with my brass knuckles. How effective the brass knuckles would be was marginal, considering I had an arm that could punch through steel doors, but hey.
I definitely wasn't going to bring the MP5, though, because... I don't think I'd ever be able to use that particular gun again. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but it still smelled like that... that night. I did, however, have my G36 slung across my back, along with several magazines worth of armor piercing ammo.
As I debated with myself about whether or not I should bring some grenades, a faint glimmer caught my eye. I reached into the trunk, and held out the pistol so I could see it in the sunlight: the alien blaster. Even now - even after everything else that's happened since - I was still having a hard time actually believing that what Cass and I had seen that afternoon was really real. If it wasn't for this pistol (because, of course I kept it), then I might just have written it off as a hallucination. A figment of my imagination, brought on by spending too long in the desert heat.
Should I bring this with me, too? It felt... odd in my hands. Way too light for something that size and shape. Not to mention, I didn't really know exactly what it did - would it disintegrate people, or turn them into goo? Or maybe something even stranger. I mean, it was alien, after all. Plus, I had no idea how much ammo I had. There was only the one... energy cell? I mean, it wasn't like the battery packs for normal energy weapons. It just had a small, glowing tube that fit into the side of the gun. Really, I was just assuming that's what fed it ammo.
After a few minutes, I shook my head and put it back in the trunk. Not today. Today isn't a day for gambling. I need reliability. Something that I know will work. Because once I get into the Divide... all bets are off.
"Are you ready to proceed, Friend_Courier?" ED-E asked. I nodded, slamming the trunk shut. I grabbed the Riot Gear helmet from the inside of my car and buckled it in place. I'd definitely need the air filter and the goggles.
"Yeah, let's..." I didn't finish, because at that moment I got a very unwelcome sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. I looked around behind me, my hand reaching for Roscoe out of habit. I couldn't see anything except desert. There was a thin strip of tarmac - the Long 15 - and to my left was the faint smudge of Primm, far, far in the distance, almost like a mirage. But other than that...
"Friend_Courier?" ED-E buzzed along next to me. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah..." I finally managed to grunt out, trying to shake my head clear. "Yeah, it's... it's nothing." But my head didn't clear. I made my way back to the door that led into The Divide, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.
She was out there. I couldn't know. Not for certain. But I had that feeling. Maybe I was just being overly paranoid...
"C'mon, let's go, pal," I muttered, more to myself than ED-E. The eyebot nodded in place, and sped off above the pile of wreckage.
"I do not believe I will be able to fit in the wreckage tunnel. I shall take to the skies, and see you on the other side." I nodded, and walked into the bus - and, as I did, the door shut behind me. I halted in my tracks, my brain latching onto something unusual ED-E had said:
"Wait, tunnel?"
He wasn't kidding. When I first saw the pile of wreckage, I just thought it was a simple wall. But no - there was a whole hell of a lot more than just one bus. I must have been walking through a twisting, turning corridor of rusty steel and corrugated metal for... fuck, I don't even know how long. After what felt like six years, I finally got the faintest hint that I was getting close to the other side.
Had he built all this? How the hell had he found this much scrap, and why the fuck did he even take the time and effort to make it? And was this the only way into The Divide... or just the way he wanted me to take?
When I finally made it to the end, there wasn't an automatic door like at the entrance. Just a thin sheet of metal, propped up against the exit. Orange light filtered in through the cracks, and it rattled against the wind. I gave it a single shove, and it fell without ceremony. I stepped out into the open air, and even protected as I was from head to toe in armor, I could feel the howling wind, not to mention all the sand, grit, and dirt carried by the wind, pelting me all over. ED-E was already waiting for me at the edge of a cliff ahead of me, and I walked over to him, getting my first look at The Divide... from this direction, at least.
Before me was a sinkhole several miles across, surrounded by mountains and sheer cliff faces, and filled with churning, swirling sandstorms. The storms were so thick, it almost looked like brown soup, lapping against the side of the mountain-bowl, unable to escape except in the smallest splashes of sand. The vast amount of sand swirling around even had a noticeable effect on the sky; everything was bathed in a harsh orange light. It was like the sun trying to filter through smoke clouds during a wildfire.Visit for the best novel reading experience
Inside the basin was a giant fissure in the earth - a vast, yawning chasm, as if the land itself had been rent asunder by the axe of an angry, ancient god. The skeletal frames of skyscrapers and broken, ruined highways jutted out at odd angles all along the fissure. It was like looking at someone whose chest had exploded from the inside, sending pieces of their ribcage flying in every direction. Several antenna towers were also sticking up out of the ground, all along the fissure; their red lights cut through the sandstorms all around them, slowly pulsing in time with one another like a heartbeat.
I stepped to the edge of the cliff, and held onto the side of a nearby pipe to keep myself from falling in; the pipe was sheared in half, and definitely didn't belong. It almost looked like the winds had thrown it up here, along with the rest of the wreckage. I just... stood there for a few seconds. The devastation was... it was so absolute. I'd never seen anything quite like it, and definitely not from this high a vantage point.
"Friend_Courier," ED-E buzzed from somewhere off to my right. "I believe I may have found a way." Carefully, I stepped away from the cliff's edge, and followed the robot. He was flying near the edge of the cliff, and (though it took some rather careful footwork) I managed to find what he was talking about: the entrance to a concrete bunker. The entrance itself seemed to be... slightly askew. Like the mountain itself wasn't at quite the right angle.
I took one last look around as I approached the entrance to the bunker, and one thing did catch my eye: a ruined billboard, hanging by a thread off the side of the cliff. Most of it was blackened and charred, but I was able to make out a few words:
"Building the American Dream..." I said aloud, tilting my head to try and get a better view. "...on solid ground." I let out a single grim laugh. I should probably expect to see a lot of bitter irony like that, here. I turned back to the bunker entrance and approached the door. Like the bus, I saw one of his flag symbols painted on the door. Must be the right way.
The wide metal door to the bunker slid down into the ground, revealing a metal platform - a freight elevator of some kind. When the door opened, the small light above it flickered slightly. I was about to step inside, when I noticed that ED-E was floating over the edge of the cliff, gazing out at the broken landscape below us.
"ED-E?" I asked, holding the door open. "You alright?" He didn't say anything at first. He just kept staring... as much as a robot without eyes can stare, anyway.
"This place..." ED-E started, his steady hovering buffeted by the winds around us slightly. "Friend_Courier. Do you know what it is that happened here?"
"No," I said honestly. "I mean, I can guess. You ask me, I'd say that the world happened to this place. It'll get us all in the end, and I doubt many of us will end up half as pretty as this place..." I shook my head, looking away from the scene of devastation sprawled out below me. "But I don't... I don't know for sure what happened. Why?" ED-E backed up, until he finally came to a stop a few feet away from me, and spun in place. For a few seconds, he didn't say anything - and then, he shook back and forth several times.
"I am sorry, Friend_Courier. There is... something familiar. I do not understand..." I reached out, and patted him on the chassis, motioning with my head into the elevator. "Yes. You are right, Friend_Courier. We should continue moving forward." He flew into the door, and I followed right behind him.
"Fine," the bitch said with a laugh, her voice getting fainter. "It's your lab... at least until I tell the Colonel about this." ED-E beeped, and the static of the recording faded away.
"Another recording, huh?" I asked, resting a hand on his chassis. "Sounds like this Whitley guy really cared about you..." ED-E bobbed in the air into my hand.
"Yes..." ED-E said. "He... he was always trying to keep me safe from the evil clutches of General Winters."
"Wait, who?" I asked, a bit surprised. "Who's General Winters? I thought that recording talked about a Colonel Autumn."
"I... I am not sure. There are files coming online within my databanks marked with tag:RALPHIE that are... something is... I do not understand." Neither did I, if I was honest.
"Wait, Ralphie?" I asked aloud. "I feel like I've heard that name before..." I racked my brain, trying to draw a connection. It definitely sounded familiar. But I couldn't place it.
"Sheason?" Sue spoke up, surprising me. "There's something I've just noticed that I think you should know."
"Yeah?" I raised an eyebrow, looking down at my armored chest.
"The eyebots in the silo here... they look like ED-E," Sue said; ED-E wobbled away from my hand, looking around. I looked around as well, and couldn't see what was so important.
"So?" I asked. "They're eyebots, aren't they? I mean, why wouldn't they look -"
"No, I mean, they look exactly like ED-E! Exactly!" Sue interrupted me. "Try and get a closer look at one, you'll see what I mean." I looked down at my chest curiously, shrugged, and looked back up. As it happened, one of the eyebots buzzed around just above my head; I jumped up, grabbed it by one of the antenna, and brought it down to eye level.
"wOAh!" the eyebot in my hands exclaimed. Its voice wasn't quite like ED-E. It was heavily synthesized, and seemed to stress all the wrong syllables. I also couldn't quite tell - did it sound like a boy or a girl? It was an androgynous sound, whatever it was. "whAt Is gOIng On?"
"What the hell?" I asked, keeping a firm grip on the robot as I turned it around in my hands; the antenna wiggled uselessly. "You're right... I mean, there's even... There's even a license plate on the side." I was honestly a little bit baffled. I thought the license plate on ED-E's chassis was a homemade repair of some sort, but this spherical robot in my hands had an Illinois license plate in exactly the same spot, and it looked exactly the same. It even said "2ED-E59," just like ED-E's.
"plEAsE pUt mE dOwn!" The eyebot in my hands said in a strange sort of sing-song, wiggling against my grip. "I'm AfrAId Of hEIghts!" I coughed nervously, letting the bot go.
"Sorry, I just... sorry." I said with a nod. "There you go." The eyebot wobbled in place, and floated back up, around the missile.
"I dOn't blAmE yOU..." it said. Both ED-E and I stared up at the other eyebot as it floated away.
"I am terribly confused, Friend_Courier..." ED-E said.
"You and me both, little buddy."
"So, this is the only way forward, isn't it?" I said, as quietly as I could manage.
"Unfortunately, Friend_Courier, yes. It is." ED-E said, just as quietly. We were both huddled below a large window, just a few feet away from the top of the missile. On the other side of the window, however...
Sentry bots. At least three of the robotic tanks with the vaguely humanoid torsos and the weapons at the end of each arm were patrolling the area beyond the glass. There were also several laser turrets mounted behind several sandbag barricades... and, just to hammer home that everything was lethal, and - more than that - everything was active, there were several bodies littering the area.
"Alright, so what do you think?" I whispered, reaching into my duster. I pulled out both the pulse gun and the sonic emitter, holding up one in each hand. "Try and zap them into submission with EMP blasts?"
"We could try sneaking past them..." Sue offered. "All of us can turn invisible, you know."
Silence.
"ED-E?" I asked, looking around. He'd floated off somewhere, and it took me a minute to find him: he was next to a wall-mounted terminal, blasting a small dish shaped receiver on a panel next to the terminal with a jolt of electricity.
"HOSTILE TARGET DETECTED!" One of the sentry bots bellowed loud enough that I could hear it clearly, even behind the armored glass window. "TARGET LOCK STATUS: GREEN!"
The next minute or so was incredibly entertaining to watch. The sentry bots and the laser turrets turned on each other, and the air beyond the glass was filled with lasers, rockets, tracer fire, explosions... Even when I stood up to get a better view, the robots and turrets didn't seem to notice me. They were too busy shooting each other.
"So," I said, opening the door and stepping into the chamber when the noise and violence finally died down. "Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but what the fuck just happened?"
"And can we do it again?" Sue asked, practically squealing with joy. "That was awesome!" ED-E bobbed along ahead of me, looking around at the wrecked pieces of robots and sentry turrets.
"I hacked into the Silo security network, and switched the IFF tags for the patrolling sentry bots from 'Friend' to 'Foe,' Friend_Courier," ED-E said proudly. "I calculated a 98.7% chance that the firepower of both parties would cancel each other out, and clear the way for us to proceed safely." I whistled loudly, looking around at the carnage as he spoke.
"I gotta hand it to you, little buddy," I said, kneeling down to get a look at one of the bodies lying against a nearby desk. "That's some serious outside-the-box thinking right there. Great... work..."
I trailed off as I inspected the body. He was lying face down, but there was something... odd. I pushed it over onto its back, and... oh holy fuck. Had this guy been... it looked like he'd been skinned. And I don't mean like how a ghoul doesn't have skin. With ghouls, their skin looks almost rotten - but this guy, the skin was just completely gone. Like someone had taken a knife, and carved off the skin until nothing was left but dried, dark red muscle and tendons. Like skinning a bighorner, or another animal that you wanted to cook. The eyes were little more than shriveled spheres, staring up blankly out of the sunken eye sockets.
The really crazy thing though... this guy had clearly been skinned... but whoever skinned him had put his clothes back on. Why would they...
"What the fuck?" I said aloud, moving from body to body. It wasn't just that one. Every single human body here had been skinned in exactly the same way, and whoever had done this had put the clothes back on each body after skinning them.
That didn't make sense. Of course, I didn't have much time to dwell on it, because I heard a grinding, mechanical sound, and metal scraping against concrete.
"ST-STATUS REPO-O-ORT: YELLOW." A still functioning sentry bot said from somewhere behind a nearby corner. Immediately, I pulled out the pulse gun again. "PRI-I-IMARY SYSTEMS HAVE SUSTAINED SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE. REINFO-O-ORCEMENT RECOMMENDED." When it finally came into view, it was a pitiable sight. There were several gashes in the chassis, leaking some kind of viscous, oil-like fluid and sparking badly. The back leg looked exploded, and was dragging along uselessly behind it. It was such a sad sight, that I actually almost had a bit of trouble bringing myself to shoot it.
(No I didn't.)
There was an electric flash from the end of the pulse gun, and ED-E fired off a trio of laser blasts from his spot in the air next to me. Lightning arced all along the outside of the chassis, and the robot convulsed violently. The red eye slits in the armored head flashed brightly, and then exploded from the inside with a puff of smoke. That was the last straw, and it fell onto its back with a heavy crash of twisting metal.
For a minute or two, nobody said anything while the dead sentry bot continued smoking away silently. I put the pulse gun away...
And then ED-E played his triumphant marching music. That just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.