Bunkered Lab

11/20/07 - Tuesday Night

I was standing at the base of a sheer rock cliff, looking up to the top some 200 or so feet. A chain link fence ran along the edge, tipped with razor wire. For some reason, I wanted to find a way up. All along it's length we're signs of warning (white with red lettering), every so often a panning camera on a pole. After a while of walking (towards the left if one was facing the cliff), I began to see signs of some sort of industrial type complex of steel, girders and pipes laced into the cliff. At one point, water was pouring over the cliff, and filling a pool at the bottom. To the left of the waterfall was a man with a large sledge hammer. He was walking along a ledge about midway up the cliff, a large pipe running it's length at ground level. He took the hammer and swung it fierce and high, biting into the stone. It left an indention, cracks radiating away from it. Water began to spray out from the cracks. The man moved about fifteen feet to the right, and set to do it again. As he swung back, he lost his footing and fell into the pool below. Slowly he stood, covered in mud. He walked under the waterfall to rinse off, when he spotted me standing there. Suddenly I knew I was trespassing, and that he was going to shoot me. He lifted up a futuristic looking machine gun of black polymer, sight built into it, and aimed to fire. Suddenly I was armed with a poison dart. I threw it and struck him in the throat, killing him. I walked over and picked up the gun and slung it over my shoulder, impressed with how it looked and handled. A little further down was a tiny dirt road winding down through the steel and stone, blocked at the bottom by a metal bar with a stop sign upon it. It was attached to a tiny concrete bunker with a heavy steel door set into it. I opened the steel door and entered a long downward sloping corridor. It led underground, into a brightly lit and tiled corridor, doors stretching away on both the left and right. I went to the first door on the left and opened it. It was filled with people in white lab coats. They began to slowly flood out and attack me. I fired the gun till it was empty of rounds. Still they came. I pulled out two kukri (curved knives) and began to cut them down. Still they came. I cut down dozens, until the floor was slick with blood and gore, and littered with bodies. Still they came. Finally, I realized they were to many, and that I'd never defeat them. It was at this realization that they suddenly stopped attacking, pulled back, picked up the dead, and began to file back into the room from which they came...closing the door behind them without saying so much as a word. I slowly approached the first door on the right, opening and entering. It was a small room filled with cleaning supplies and electrical breakers. Inside was a man in a grey janitorial / maintenance uniform. He moved to attack me as well, and I buried both kukri into his chest. By all rights he should have dropped dead, but instead he became enraged and pulled both free of his body. I cut him over and over as he kept advancing, but he would never drop, coming at me like a movie zombie. I remember thinking about trying to use my poison darts on him when the dream ended.