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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Hobosam21 on 2024-11-25 06:10:38+00:00.

previously

Hey everyone, sorry about the cliff hanger. There’s been a few… interesting developments.

I’m going to start off where I left things last time. Andy trench, like I said it stank and was vomit inducing.

Jordan gave me no time to react though, with an iron grip on my wrist he led me back to the call center.

He didn’t let go at the front door, we marched right through the lobby, past the phone booths and to the bathrooms.

I winced at my reflection, I looked like a cosplayer for a horror movie. Only this wasn’t a movie, it was my life.

I sat on the countertop and rested my head in my hands. I was so tired, this isn’t how I thought my night would go.

Jordan waited for the water to get warm before soaking a towel in the sink. I sat there, too numb to react as he washed Andy’s blood off of me.

He even took the time to wash it out of my hair. I wasn’t out of it enough to change my shirt with him there, I went to the lobby for that.

Then I sat on the floor. It was painful in the beginning, it was like the tears had to break their way out of me. Once the first one fell the rest came rushing after. My whole body convulsed with sobs, I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. This job is so fucked.

I put myself back together, I brushed my hair and grabbed a snack. My clothes were clean enough, the sticky feeling of blood covered skin was gone. It was time to get back to work.

Jordan was at his desk. Perfect.

I walked up and slammed both of my hands down on the cheap wood. I tried not to flinch as the impact sent a shock up my arms. “Ok Jordan, what’s with the book of names? And who are the Andy’s you’ve been killing?”

Jordan glanced up from the western he was reading, “it is a book with the names of people living within range of the radio station. The Andy’s are clearly clones, fungi or cyborgs”.

He lifted the book again as if the conversation was over. I pulled the book down and glared at him, “what is the significance of the names?” Jordan pulled the book away from me, “they are the names, of people, within range of the radio station”.

He leaned back in his chair as if moving the book a foot farther back would deter me. As soon as he tried to resume his reading I snatched the book away.

“You can have this back when you give me some satisfactory answers”. I crossed my arms smugly. Jordan leaned down and with a key he seemingly produced from thin air he unlocked one of the drawers of his desk. Finally, some progress!

Jordan than pulled an exact copy of the book I had in my hand out of the drawer. With a hint of a smirk he leaned back and began reading again.

I stormed around to the other side of the desk and plunged my hand into the still open drawer. Jordan grabbed my bicep, “DON’T!” I shouted catching both of us by surprise, but it worked. He let go of me, Jordan waved his hand as if to say “go ahead”.

He put his nose right back into that stupid western. I pulled the leather book of names and a folder out of the drawer. I stomped over to my desk and sat.

I had looked at the book previously, while I suspected there was more to it than Jordan was letting on I was more curious about the folder.

It was an ordinary off white folder like you would find in a filing cabinet. I glanced over at Jordan, he appeared to be paying me no mind.

Inside the folder was a number of envelopes, each with a name hand written across the front.

Unlike the ones in the book the names here meant something to me, they were the names of people I knew. People like Andy, Edwin, or “Nic”, Chuck, myself, what looked to be everyone at Greenbrier FD, PD and the local politicians.

The envelope on top was still crisp, it had “Allyson” freshly scrawled across it.

I opened it. The contents were confusing, there was a page with basic information. Name: Allyson Studebaker Age: unknown Origin: unknown Assessment: She calls herself Allyson Studebaker, claims to be nineteen years old. Stands at roughly five foot eleven, estimated weight of one hundred eighty pounds. Red hair, black eyes. Observation shows a lack of familiarity with normal objects and pop culture references.

Continued observation needed to determine threat level.

I looked up from the page, the envelope also contained more than a few photos of Allyson. They seemed strangely consensual, she appeared to be posing in all of them.

I couldn’t help but notice the envelope with my name on it.

I jumped and nearly screamed when a hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned to see Jordan standing next to me, the way he could cross a room without making a sound was so creepy.

“You won’t find what you’re looking for in there” he said before pulling up a chair and sitting in it. “I wasn’t sure about you in the beginning, the way you took all the weird happenings in this place in stride was suspicious”.

“I get it though, you grew up here and weird stuff is just part of life”. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for a moment.

“I don’t think I can fully satisfied your curiosity but I believe you deserve to know as much as I do. Especially now that you are so deeply involved, just know that you can’t unlearn things. If you keep pursuing this path your life will change”.

It didn’t sound like a threat, it sounded like a genuine warning. I had to think for a minute, if I let this go would my life calm down? Possibly, but I know myself well enough to know that I would never be ok with just hiding. I needed some closure, I needed the information Jordan had to offer.

I nodded my head, “go on, I need to know”. Jordan sighed, “I shouldn’t have hoped for anything else. Grab a coffee for each of us, it’s going to be a long night”.

Jordan’s humanlike behavior was an unexpected but welcome surprise. I was finally going to get some answers.

The coffee pot in the lobby was already full, grabbing two mugs I filled them and placed them in the microwave.

As I watched the timer count down something caught my attention. I walked closer to the sink, it sounded like air was coming up from the drain. A rank stench hit my nose.

I recoiled just as a warm burp of disgusting air oozed out of the drain. The smell filled the lobby almost instantly. I was so busy repressing a gag I almost missed the whispering.

I gagged hard, hot vomit was trying to force it’s way out. I stubbornly held it in, the whispering grew louder. It held a viscous and feral tone. I could physically feel the hunger in the voice as it gurgled up from the drain.

“You took from us, now we will take you”. My hands shook violently, my eyes felt as if they were going to come out of my head. The whole room was thick with that putrid air, the scent was thick enough to tint the lights red.

I was on the ground, I had to get up. I had to get out, I clawed my way across the concrete floor. The coolness of the ground beneath me brought a small amount of clarity to my brain.

I found a wall and pulled myself up. Everything was spinning, I lost the battle with my stomach and spewed my lunch across the floor.

There was a bang at the door, the one leading outside. Another bang, something was trying to get in. I tried to cry out for Jordan, all I achieved was choking on the puke still in my mouth.

Despite my body feeling weak and my head spinning I managed to make a run for the door leading to the call center. I hit the steel hard, pain shot through my wrist.

The door opened and I fell through the opening. A hand grabbed the back of my shirt and lifted me away from the doorway.

Jordan was locking the doors as something on the other side was bashing against them. He managed to slip the locks into place. I breathed a sigh of relief, those new doors were quite robust.

With the air free from that horrid odor I found myself feeling a lot better almost instantly. I got to my feet and followed Jordan to his office, he turned the monitor enough for me to be able to see it.

The lobby was filled with a repulsive writhing mass of sweat covered flesh. A few looked like Andy, but most were corrupted copies of a copy. Limbs were the wrong length, some had too many fingers while others had too few.

I didn’t hesitate for a second, I pressed the S.O.S button. Jordan removed his shotgun from where it had been concealed. He placed two shells on his desk while loading the rest into the firearm.

He noticed my questioning look, “it’s just in case there’s no other escape. Some things are worse than death”. I was repulsed at the very thought but Jordan was already on the move.

“Check the bathroom, I’m going to barricade the door”. I nodded then rushed across the room. I opened the bathroom door to find the window smashed. A head protruded into the room surrounded by a dozen arms each jostling for room.

The head was lifeless, it’s eyes bulging and tongue rolling about freely. These things had crushed one of their own in an attempt to gain entry, it was clear nothing short of death would stop them.

The windows small size was our saving grace, the concrete walls were robust enough that even these ghouls couldn’t break though.

The same couldn’t be said for the main door, I jerked around as Jordan’s gun boomed. A corner of the main door had come free of the frame and was bowing in under the weight of the Andy’s.

Jordan shot again, and then again. Each time he fired there would be a brief moment where the door would nearly return to it’s place. Only to…

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