Limbs and muscles were sore and bruised, traveling weeks through Zion and the Mojave to reach the vault, its large numbers on the entrance, dirty from the cave it resided in.
Isaac was tired, his body crying out for rest as he smashed the password for entrance, leaning on the panel as the horrid screeching noise of metal rubbing against metal filled the air, opening his vault once again to allow him entrance.
The young infiltrator trudged lazily over the line that stood between the outside world and the inside world, Isaac using the side railings as support as he walked up the stairs, the vault’s door closing behind him.
Instead of the usual greeting of the Overseers voice through an intercom and the blank stares of the councillors behind glass, Isaac was grabbed by the high guards, his bag ripped from his back and ripped open so the continents were thrown over the floor.
He heard words, asking for the blue book, but he never got to answer when a sharp pain was jammed into his neck, making his tongue go numb in his mouth and vision blurry.
White blinding light made the man’s irises shrink, wincing and struggling against bindings on his arms and legs “What is going on? Release me at once! I have done as you asked!”
His words were croaked and hurt his throat, anger filling his chest as he weakly struggled against the leather bindings. His usual garbs were gone, no wearing a simply white T and pants, which cause Isaac to panic, there was only one reason he would be in such a state.
Five men in lab coats walked inside the room, four holding clipboards and the fifth with a tray of needles and sharp objects, he had become nothing but a test subject for the councillors to pull apart.
He started to struggle more, muscles bulging at the tension in his arms, groaning in pain as he pulled at the bindings, the closest man to his right sight grabbed one of the scalpels, placing a hand on his forehead and the tip of the blade above his brow, eyes widening as the sharp tip pressed into his skin, blood sliding down his forehead.
An arm was free, which grabbed the offending hand that held the blade, forcing the councillor’s arm back hard so the scalpel stabbed the other in the eye, causing him to scream out. The other men in the lab coats started to panic, most of them trying to force the door open while one held out a needle, threatening the young man with it, but he was much to slow as Isaac grabbed the man and twisted his arm back, forcing the syringe into the man’s neck which caused him to collapse dead.
The last three men were dealt with easily, two slit throats and a head smashed against the cot Isaac was laying on top of.
He had to get out, but first he had to get back his bag.
Sirens had gone off in the vault, residents grabbing weapons and armour to kill the traitor, making Isaac move faster as he ran down the halls, pushing off corners as he turned them towards the lockers his bag would be held. As he reached the room, one of the member in B section slammed a police baton across his head with a thwak, causing Isaac to drop to the ground, his head bleeding from the large wound. Once down, he swung out his leg, making the larger man fall on his back, allowing Isaac to grab the fallen weapon and press it against the man’s throat, cutting of his airway until the other passed out.
Stumbling, he made his way to the lockers, opening any and all. On his fifth try, he found his belongings and placed it on his back.
The young man had one section to go through to reach the Vault doors.
So he ran, speeding down the hallways and turning corners, he was stopped shortly when a hand came out and hooked him in the throat, making the man fall to his back with a choke, a woman around his age straddle him and lifted up the large butcher knife above her head, aimed to slam it into his forehead.
Quick to recover, Isaac twisted himself so the woman lost balance and fell of him, but without slashing out and cutting into his arm. He grabbed the knife from the woman’s hand and plunged it into her chest, a croak of agony leaving her lips softly as crimson seeped through her clothing.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins, his heart wildly beating in his chest as he ran towards the last door towards the vault exit, the sounds of loud footsteps following behind as he squeezed through the opening, beating in the password for the metal door to open.
He turned his back on it, Katana sword out, the only he could grab in such a short notice, ready to defend himself against the many women and men that forced their way through and towards him, though they would not cross the line.
As he passed the border, the residents stared at him, arms by their sides, faces blank and with no real emotion, a sad life he was willing to leave behind as he limped his way out towards the wasteland.
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