The first question that came to mind when we found the vault some forty metres below the surface wasn't "who built this?".Instead we wondered "why is it locked from the inside?". We wondered how long it had been down here and why the hinges weren't as rusty as the iron drenched dirt all around it.
We postponed all further work on the newest underground line and became fixated on the vault, hoping that it might contain treasure and wondering how and why it had come to be. Whatever was inside was making the ground tremble faintly and that drove our curiosity to a frenzy of haphazard attempts to open the door.
Of all the things we tried to get it open with, the only one that worked was simply knocking. Granted we found this out when we testing the best spots to place a little bit of C4 on but the firm knock we received right back meant that not only was something in the vault - something intelligent was in the vault and it was very much alive.
Barely five minutes later the hinges began to groan, the earth all around us shook and threatened to cave in and the door finally opened. It may have only been by a fraction but it was enough for us to catch glimpses of the inside and the occupants therein.
It took us a while to figure out what they were. Every record says they died out during the apocalypse that had birthed us all. I mean, there was no way they'd survive on the surface nowadays, what with their lack of scales, fairly blunt teeth, only five digits on each hand and their eyes... those strange colourful eyes that showed so much white around them.
We figured it's be safer if we forced the door shut and re-buried them.
Let humanity come back out when it's all settled down a bit more.
Give the poor things a fighting chance and all.
We postponed all further work on the newest underground line and became fixated on the vault, hoping that it might contain treasure and wondering how and why it had come to be. Whatever was inside was making the ground tremble faintly and that drove our curiosity to a frenzy of haphazard attempts to open the door.
Of all the things we tried to get it open with, the only one that worked was simply knocking. Granted we found this out when we testing the best spots to place a little bit of C4 on but the firm knock we received right back meant that not only was something in the vault - something intelligent was in the vault and it was very much alive.
Barely five minutes later the hinges began to groan, the earth all around us shook and threatened to cave in and the door finally opened. It may have only been by a fraction but it was enough for us to catch glimpses of the inside and the occupants therein.
It took us a while to figure out what they were. Every record says they died out during the apocalypse that had birthed us all. I mean, there was no way they'd survive on the surface nowadays, what with their lack of scales, fairly blunt teeth, only five digits on each hand and their eyes... those strange colourful eyes that showed so much white around them.
We figured it's be safer if we forced the door shut and re-buried them.
Let humanity come back out when it's all settled down a bit more.
Give the poor things a fighting chance and all.
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