Stephen walked through the hallways, an almost eerie silence pervasive all around. Even his feet made no sound as we wandered, his eyes shifting slowly from left to right. Where were the whispers? He had heard them, so subtle and distant, unable to hear them clearly. They came and went, now louder, now silent, now quiet, now gone once more. Like an auditory illusion, the harder he strained to hear, the less clear they became. Then a shadow passed before him, a wandering vision of shade in the always-twilight that permeated the tunnels. He knew this hallway, he knew what the shadow meant and heard the whispers clearly. And then he awoke, sitting upright in his sleeping roll, covered in a cold sweat.
"We're not alone," he said into the darkness, his eyes wide not in fear, but in uncertainty. What was happening? Just who or what was there, perhaps trying to communicate with them? A distant remnant of some long-forgotten horror, or a trick of the world itself? He had read reports of so many strange things happening that his mind was open to any possibility. He arose, flicking on the light, and went to find Aidan. She'd understand...
2LT Stephen Zhu
Cryptologic/Cyberwarfare Specialist
SG-5