In a darkened room, a video screen flickered into life. It showed a young blonde woman with perfect hair and a perfect smile, in front of a soothing blue background.
“Welcome to Secure Facility Seven,” she said. “This facility has been equipped for a wide range of emergency situations, providing protection for the populace until the danger passes.”
The insipid light from the screen danced across the waiting room; across overturned chairs and stained, rotting cushions; across the thick security door which hung from its hinges.
“Inside, you will find food, drink, shelter and even entertainment; your every need will be catered for until it is safe to return to your homes.”
The screen cut away from the young woman to show scenes from the facility. Dining halls heaving with happy, healthy people; theatres, nightclubs, cinemas; squash courts, tennis courts, and even an indoor swimming pool. It looked like a holiday advertisement.
“Your living area will be as comfortable as your own home,” she continued as the screen displayed stylish, elegant living areas and relaxing bedrooms. “In fact, we’d like to think you might miss us when you leave!”
The screen continued to show idyllic scenes as soothing music drifted from the speakers.
Somewhere several levels below, screams echoed through the halls.
© Kari Fay