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A socket wrench.
I swung it up and around.
It struck Not George Clooney on the side of the head. The solid clang would have been funny if my life wasn’t on the line.
Was my life on the line?
I didn’t know. And I sure as hell didn’t want to find out.
I brought the wrench back again but Not George Clooney crumpled to the floor, a dribble of green blood spilling down the side of his face.
“I-I’m sorry,” I said, and my hands immediately dropped the wrench, as if that would remove any trace I’d been the one to administer the blow.
Panicked, I backed away and ran for the door.
It hissed open. I turned one way and then the other. No matter which way I looked, the hallway looked the same.
Infinite and empty.
I picked a random direction and tore down the corridor. My bare feet slapped the floor and echoed off the walls back at me.
“Ergh!”
The voice echoed up from behind me.
Not George Clooney held a blood-soaked hand to his head and stumbled into the wall. He made another loud noise.
“Ergh!” he said.
He extended his arm in my direction.
Why? Whose attention was he trying to get? I was the only one there and there was no camera perched on the wall.
Between us, another door hissed open and a tall figure stepped from it.
No. That’s not possible.
It looked like something I once saw in a nature documentary. It peered at the bleeding doctor before turning toward me. Its mandibles twitched and antennae bent in my direction.
I doubted he was on my side.
Now it was my turn to scream nonsense words. “Argh!” And I tore down the hall, the creature’s feet—legs?—making loud clicking noises as it bolted after me.
I didn’t know what that thing was, but it was fast.
Wicked fast.
The clicking heels of its feet gained on me.
I needed a plan. Some way to increase my odds of success.
But what? I didn’t know this place. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know who these guys were or what they wanted with me.
I only knew I never wanted to learn the answers to those questions.
I bolted left into a door but it automatically slid aside. I prayed it wouldn’t be a dead-end.
I turned back and ran my hand over the door panel. A lock! There had to be a lock here somewhere! I brushed a finger over a green light and it flashed red.
