Elegant entrance to the basement, where all the bad things are.
RWS Welcomes you to ride the elevator to hell.
Steam tunnels. If you didn't look closely, you might miss these narrow
carcass filled tombs
Hard Evidence: many Cat Skulls were bagged here. Everywhere you looked
there were dead cats and raccoons.
 The Full Moon from the
roof, as security circled below, woefully unprepared for the Warsaw
Pact spies from above watching their every move.
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We quietly pull up in the
van and pile out into the darkness. It's not long before we are on
the property and scoping out security in the distance. Normally the
darkness envelopes such an area entirely, however, we have a full
moon tonight, making it a little bit easier to be seen.
We got them outnumbered and out equipped, so getting inside one of
our target buildings is not much of an issue. We make our way to the
basement and instantly immerse ourselves in the labyrinth of tunnels
and death that lays below this unused, undisclosed campus.
It is within these tunnels and passageways that death lingers as thick
in the air as the asbestos. One might literally find dead animals
by the dozen within these narrow, winding paths. Some have yet to
fully decompose, while only a skull and bones of others lay scattered
about, in corners and in the open. How these animals entered these
tunnels is unknown to us, though it is clear they died wandering them
in a vein attempt to find a way out.
This may seem odd to anyone who has never entered a location as forbidding
and constricted at this. Not every man woman or child would enter
such a location, climbing over, under and through various pipes, sliding
through small gaps, and entering deeper and deeper into narrower and
narrower tunnels, until you finally come to a point where you cannot
possibly go any further. Will this be the end for you, in this forbidding
and thick darkness?
Despite the hazmat materials choking the air, the sudden drops and
maze-like layout of these pitch black tunnels, we made it out in far
better condition than the numerous kittys to be found here.
Having seen as far as can be seen, we rise above to the upper floors
of one building for that reclusive all important oxygen supply. It's
not long before we find an open window where one can climb out to
the rooftop and sit in the peace and serenity of this odd location.
The building is marked as the surgical wing', so one might only guess
what twisted operations took place within these halls, or what illegal
autopsies may have been performed on the crusty critters in the tunnels
below. You would never guess this from the rooftop vantage point,
however.
Here one may lay on a clean roof on a warm spring evening and bask
in the moonlight. You can listen to the security patrol drive around
outside, oblivious to your presence, and the train horns in the distance,
echoing through the night.
But be warned, for here in the suburbs, no one can hear you scream.
So escape before the light of dawn and the normals stir from their
slumber. Exit as you came, without being seen by the hermaphrodite
security goons, and return, rather begrudgingly, to your normal life...
...looking forward, that is, to the next time you might wander such
twisted halls and tunnels.
Heeeerrrre kitty kitty. |
