Now the Vault Holds More Than Money

by Stovohobo

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The jolt of metal on metal penetrated the eerily quiet atmosphere like a hot knife through butter. Frozen butter, at that.

Liam and Nat slowly stood up, hesitantly calling Fred’s name once more but reluctant to leave the warmth and light of the fire.

After three minutes of silence, Liam started to put one foot in front of the other, cautiously looking down the dark hallway that led to the vaults. It was dead silent; even Natalie’s scared breathing had stopped.

As Liam proceeded slowly down the hall with an electric torch in hand, Nat looked around at the enclosing darkness and quickly followed after him. The hallway’s air was frosty and sharp in their throats.

At the end, they came to the wall of bars that opened to the vaults. Liam swung his torch around the long line of vault doors – all were open. Except one.

Natalie gave a muffled shriek as the closed door made a soft beating sound.

“Fred. Fred!” Liam cried, running for the door, looking for a way to unlock it.

But there was none.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Now the Vault Holds More Than Money

    Sailor Emo's Buddy Icon Sailor Emo

    Posted 15 days ago

    D8

  2. Now the Vault Holds More Than Money

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 14 days ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Yikes, scary prospect. This has a nice, measured pace to, like the story and the characters are slowed by the painful cold. Works quite well.
    LoA
    (And do you know what D8 means?)

  3. Now the Vault Holds More Than Money

    Stovohobo's Buddy Icon Stovohobo

    Posted 14 days ago

    (No, actually, in all my teenage knowledge, I don’t).

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