(INSPIRATION: GEIGER COUNTER)
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I had no reason to be here. Rather, nobody had any reason to be here. It had been 30 long years since the reactor went, and even despite that, it was a treacherous, poisonous place. Many people had reasons for being here, but I was certain this was the right thing for me to do. I had a light in one hand, the counter in the other. It's rapid clicking was very painful to hear. Even in the protective gear, I probably only had 10 or 15 minutes. I knew what I was looking for, and where, I just didn't know how anymore.
I was there when it happened. It had been going so well, that day. And part of that is why I am here today. The sudden blast and flames were enough reason to leave here forever, but what I had left behind was enough reason to return. Down the hall, up three flights of stairs. Wait, no, the clicking is getting worse. Perhaps just two, and I can loop back around to the offices from there. Looking about, I recognized all the old equipment. This had been part of the break room. The fridge had been left open, and the food inside untouched. The right wall was blasted open, and a cold wind and snow entered, the last moving thing, dusting the floors and sweeping the counters down.749Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa8LW9KRwGo
I walked through my old routine in my head. I'd then take the back stairs to my office and do my work. I never worked in the reactor. Rather, I simply helped the company crunch their numbers. I worked with it, but never on it. I was already feeling a little ill, but my intentions were clear. I headed through the hall, shining the lights into the old offices and rooms. There's where I first met Jeff, who was probably one of my best friends. Here's where the water cooler was, where we discussed seeing the new Star Wars. Oh, those were the days. The back stairs, here they were. I began to ascend the stairs when I realized the set had caved in completely. I had no choice but the main stairs. I was not looking forward to this.
I headed back and took the main stairs. The counter was crying out. "What are you doing, you imbecile? You'll die!"
Yes, I know. But this is a pressing matter to me, and besides, I know where I'm going, and with medicine these days, maybe I can possibly get another decade out of my life after.
I walked across the hall and into the office doors. The cubicles were all still there, perfectly fine and intact. I looked over them all. 355, 356, 357... I'll be fine, I repeated to myself as I circled the room, I'll be fine.
There it was, my old cubicle, 363. And there it all was, my old papers. My clipboard and all my documents and... where is it? Where is it?
I hurriedly took the chair out and looked all around the floor. I don't have time for this. I was wrong. The clicking of the Geiger Counter had never let up since I entered the offices and I had no time to waste if I wanted to survive. The pain was intense, but alas, I had finally found it. I picked up the folded piece of notebook paper and opened it up. Over the clicking of the counter and my own pained breathing, I could barely hear her voice again. I clutched the paper in one hand and ran.
I needed to get out of here. I could just barely make it, but yet I could still safely say this endeavor was worth it. Oh, where had I come from? Did I need to go up? Down? I couldn't tell anymore. I fell to the ground, hopeless. I couldn't think anymore, and I was as good as dead. I read the paper one last time.
"I love you."749Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQ8OvCy5vj
Yes, I know.749Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡExOXRZN50A
That's why I am here today.749Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1xWWLfMK4J
You meant this much to me.749Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnPzkqVRBqU
And finally, we can be together again.749Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwIAZExSo11
and then Add to home screen.