Zociopath? by Mackinley Clevinger, January 21, 2016
“Well, that was… uhm… Hmm.” I leaned against the vault door as the locking mechanism went through its last actions to seal the door, and crossed my arms. “I… really don’t know what to make of that.” I was surrounded by darkness, whatever system of lighting used for the vault not activated. I took a deep breath, and let it out, a little shakily. I’d only been in the vault a few times, enough to know you weren’t supposed to be inside when the locks were engaged and no one was available to get you out.
I slid down to sit against the door, thinking about what had just happened, and trying to muster up any kind of emotion. “I… guess I don’t have to go work anymore? Yay? Or…“ Something smashed into the door as the locks continued to seal the vault, sending an echoing rush throughout the darkened vault and upsetting a locking mechanism. I jolted and sprung away from the door, landing in something wet that I slid in as gears and other things I didn’t understand made a ruckus in the door and then stopped.