Koriice

/OO1 The reflective black steel door of an elevator slid open silently and four men formed a tight square around a taller fifth. Together they walked into the elevator and turned around. The door slid closed and Brian, the man in the middle, moved his eyes to watch the man to his left reach out with a gloved hand to a keypad. The floor buttons had been removed from the elevator’s paneling and replaced by a single keypad. The tip of the man’s fingers entered a seven-digit code then he stepped back. The keys lacked numbers and made no sound whenever pressed, but Brian memorized the combination easily enough. He felt himself become h

The Junkyard. [This is written as if being told orally] Well, it started on a school bus, going to a camp of some kind. But the bus drove into the city, right into the middle of it. The cityscape eventually turned into a junkyard, which seemed to never end. We drove and drove. The driver wouldn't talk to us. It was me, another boy, and a girl. Finally, we drove up to a massive complex building that was as dilapidated as everything in the yard. Standing at the door was a dark figure. The next thing I could remember was the three of us kneeling in front of the dark figure. He stepped over to the other boy and moved his hand onto his forehead