“That’s the Med-Lab? It looks deserted.”
“Most of the staff go to and from using a tunnel system.”
Mac studied the windows, but watching for signs of movement was impossible through the opaque glass. “Do you remember when they change shifts?”
“No. All the rooms are pretty much soundproof. You don’t know who is where or when until they come in to get you.”
The sun dipped behind white puffy clouds. Mac’s ears perked at distant rumble of engines. “Maybe we caught a break.”
Photo prompt & featured image: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The above is my 95-word fictional story. Each week, writers are offered a photo prompt, from which we are challenged to write a complete story, in 100 words or less. Then we post, share, comment and critique with dozens of other writers. Click the blue frog button to find more stories, and join in!
Admission: This week my story is a bit of development of a larger / longer WIP. For more excerpts of this story, search the tag “aftermath” on this blog!