It had not been an enjoyable week.
josh
It started on the first day when the computers went down. Days two to four were spent booting and rebooting in painful, drawn out attempts to get the machines back online, to little avail. Our collective stress was on the rise and morale was steadily being chipped away at.
By day six we were back to prehistoric telegrams that were being ferried through the tunnels as our only means of communicating with the Outside World.
The final day of the week was the worst. Rolling power outages across the entire complex threw the morning shift workers into disarray and a late delivery of supplies left dozens without breakfast.
“Excuse me, Leader.”
“What is it now?”
“You have a visitor.”
I snatched my head towards the door. I haven’t had a visitor since I started the Nobleman’s Peace Lands.
“It’s good to see you, Victor.”
I froze. That voice. The name they so casually muttered. I hadn’t heard either in almost a decade.
“Why are you here?”
“I figured you’d need some help getting yourselves back on the grid.”
“You did th-“
I could barely finish my line of questioning before I heard the emergency alarms blaring across the entire compound.