Kyle West - Darkness

Odin had two lavatories — one with just a toilet, and the other had both a toilet and a shower stall. It was located behind the cabins aft.

I walked in, finding the air steamy. It felt wrong, that we could have hot showers while everyone outside was cold. Ashton had mentioned making a signup list available to anyone to reserve their spot in that shower for five minutes, but so far, no one had taken the initiative to do it. Just too many other things to worry about, I guess.

I undressed, setting my clothes on a nearby rack. I stepped forward to the shower stall, closing the door. I pulled the retractable shower head from its slot and turned on the water.

At first, warm water ran down my body. Then on impulse I turned the water to full cold, directing it upon my head.

The shock of cold water blasting down my head, running down my neck, back, and chest, was unreal — far more uncomfortable than I had envisioned. It was like getting punched. Instead of jumping up and down, which is what I wanted to do, I forced myself to stay still. I relaxed my shoulders against the cold even though all I wanted to do was tense up. My breathing became deep, almost panicked, as a flood of oxygen filled my brain. Every fiber of my being felt alive, invigorated — and still, the water was cold. The skin on my chest reddened.

Quickly, I used a nearby bar of soap to lather up, such as I could, also washing my hair. I stood in the shower stall for the next five minutes. The water in Odin’s storage tanks must have been no more than fifty degrees — if not colder.

Why I did this, I had no idea. I turned the knob to off, letting the water slow to a trickle. I toweled off more quickly than I could ever remember. Strangely, once dry, I felt completely warm, but my breathing was still deep. The air that had once felt cold was now warm by comparison. I looked at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes stared back at me with intensity.

I didn’t know why, but I felt stronger and more prepared to meet the day than ever.

I dressed and found a short line outside the bathroom of people who wanted to shower. I checked my watch…05:45. It was a little earlier than I’d thought.

I checked my cabin once more, finding that both Michael and Julian were gone. They’d probably headed over to Gilgamesh already. A lot of the crew liked to eat breakfast together there. Michael would want to see his wife and kid after doing supply runs between Skyhome and Pyrite all day yesterday, while Julian generally followed wherever Michael went. Those two had become fast friends.

When I entered the wardroom, I found that everyone who had been sleeping there just a few minutes ago was now rousing. Some were already up, speaking in subdued voices. From the galley came the sound of pots and pans clanging — the cooks were preparing breakfast, at least for as many people as they could feed. They would be busy for a while.

I left Odin, and made my way over to Gilgamesh. The cold was extreme, and I had forgotten to take my coat. My damp hair just made the temperature feel colder. I was only going to be outside for a few seconds, so it wasn’t a big deal. Roaring fires burned at intervals within the camp, around which people huddled for warmth. It made my mission that much more important — these people needed a home — a warm, safe place to stay, however temporary.

I walked up the boarding ramp into Gilgamesh.

We all sat at the table in Gilgamesh’s wardroom — it was Michael, Julian, Anna, and I. I’d already explained the basics of the mission, so all that was left was to wait on the final details from Makara and Ashton — who had yet to arrive.

Michael drummed his fingers on the table. By this time of day, the wardroom had been cleared of sleeping bodies, so we were alone. Julian looked like he was going to fall asleep in his seat.

“Is Ashton even on board?” I asked.

“He’s with Makara,” Julian said.

Gilgamesh’s blast door hissed open. All of us turned to see Makara and Ashton framed in the doorway. They stepped inside, the cold air rushing in. The door shut behind.

They walked toward the table, standing shoulder-to-shoulder at the end.

“Morning, all,” Makara said, brusquely. “I’m sure Alex has told you everything so far?”

Heads nodded around the table. Everyone waited for the leader of the New Angels to proceed.

“Good. As soon as you are suited up and Odin prepped, you will be leaving for Bunker 84. Ashton has the exact coordinates, so finding its location should be no issue. However, we don’t know where the entrance itself is.”

No one said anything. So far, everything was self-explanatory.

“Your mission is to fly there and recon the Bunker on foot. It shouldn’t take long. Unlike Bunker 108, which we knew to be dangerous beforehand, Bunker 84 should not be infected with the xenovirus. It fell before Bunker One, likely even before the xenovirus had the capacity to infect animals. Besides, it is located so far west that the odds of the xenovirus making it there are very slim. What Ashton and I expect is an empty Bunker that is big and hopefully has a lot of resources we can use.”

Despite Ashton’s and Makara’s opinion that the Bunker would not be dangerous, my gut feeling was that it would be highly dangerous. I couldn’t tell where this feeling came from, but it was present, all the same. It was always best to expect the unexpected.

Ashton cleared his throat. “I will be your flight leader. The cold shouldn’t affect us too much. As long as we find the Bunker entrance from the air, there actually won’t be much time spent above ground.”

I hoped so. The entrance had to be accessible, or it wouldn’t just be us who had a problem finding it — it would be the entire Exodus when the time came to move everybody in.

“Is there anything else we need to know?” Michael asked.

“We’ve gone over everything that we can,” Makara said. “As soon as Odin is cleared, Ashton will fly you guys north. It shouldn’t take long to reach Bunker 84. He’ll set you down and you can go in.” She paused. “You might even be back by tonight.”

Getting back tonight, hopefully with good news, seemed like an excellent proposition. It also seemed impossible. After what had happened at Bunker 108, I had no illusions that this was going to be easy. Even though we had a strong team, I still had a bad feeling that I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s get started.”

After the meeting, I hung around a few minutes before heading for the clinic. I wanted to visit Samuel one last time. Part of me hoped he would wake in the most opportune manner possible and take over my role. Even if he woke up, though, I was still stuck leading. Makara wouldn’t let Samuel do anything in his current state.

I found him in the same position as before — lying on his back with various tubes sticking in his body.

Sitting by his bed was someone I hadn’t expected: Ruth.

She gave an apologetic smile as I entered.

“Sorry,” she said. “I was just covering for Lauren while she got some rest.”

“No need to apologize,” I said. I pulled up a nearby stool, sitting at the end of the bed. “How are things going?”

Ruth shrugged, looking at Samuel. “I don’t know. It’s all very overwhelming. Lauren being here makes things easier.”

I nodded. It was amazing to think that as many as five people had survived Bunker 108 — Michael, Lauren, their daughter Callie, and now both Ruth and I. Just a couple of weeks ago I thought I had been the only survivor.

“We’ve got a small piece of our community here,” I said. “It used to be just me.”