Page 9 of Fence

When I was sure again that I was alone, I pushed the door open. The hinges didn’t even squeak.

Dark monitors. Wires.

What I immediately recognized as a fuse box. I ran the beam of light over all of it, my heart pounding harder than ever. Somebody lived here. They ran power here. They even had computers.

And they might be back.

And I was trespassing.

I turned and ran blindly in the direction I’d come from, not caring anymore about what I might find. I had seen enough.

This wasn’t the ancient home of the highland’s earliest clans, the ones I’d been studying for years. This was something somebody had taken great pains to modernize.

And yet it was easy as pie for me to walk right in and have a look around.

That thought ran through my head about as fast as my feet were carrying me through the tunnel.

I didn’t have time to ponder it before I tripped over my backpack and went sprawling.

Everything went black.

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