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Chapter 10
What the academic doesn't understand is that some men will act upon his foofoo theorizing, and then it's back to the stone age.
- The Great Gramps
They arrived at the same airlock through which they had escaped long before. Maxwell started to manually cycle the airlock as previously but this time the airlock failed to respond and complete the cycling. Maxwell had to continue with the manual operation of the airlock.
The two had agreed to communicate only when necessary inside the settlement, and even then, their radios were programmed to change frequencies between communications to try to prevent any eavesdropping.
Inside, Erin was just about to uncover her head when Maxwell stopped her.
“Don't take your suit off Miss, there is something wrong with the air.”
She lowered her hand from the suit before she touched it.
The corridor seemed darker than before to Erin. Maxwell would lead the way as his night vision was superior to Erin's suit. Unlike before, even the main corridor was darker. They headed straight for the makeshift jail room and upon arrival found no guard outside the door.
“They must have moved her,” said Erin.
“Let's check, just to be sure,” said Maxwell.
Inside, Erin could see someone laying on the bed. She rushed up to see but fell backward upon viewing. The person in a mold-suit was dead, the body decaying.
“Maxwell look,” was all she said before fleeing the room.