Page 52 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
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The abandoned wing is too easy to get into without anyone seeing me.
I know I said I wanted Hayden to serve as lookout, but this plan came to me in a whirlwind of improvisation, and I didn’t have time to get him.
It’ll be fine. I’ll go straight past where Hayden and I got to last time, and then go from there. If I hear someone coming, I’ll hide.
It’ll be easy.
That’s the thought that echoes in my mind as I carefully step over discarded bedsheets and broken glass with only the setting sun coming through the windows to light my way. I’m reallyhoping they still have electricity running through this part of the building, or I’ll be in a world of trouble when the sun goes down. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling are currently unlit, and I eye them warily as I walk.
Turnip makes a little noise in my pocket and I take her out, placing her on my shoulder.
I recognize the spot where I kissed Hayden for the first time, and smile slightly as I keep walking past it. A creak nearly has me jumping out of my skin, my heart pounding wildly as my hand flies to my heart. I look around, see nothing, and I huff out a laugh, slightly amused at my reaction. If this place really is haunted by the ghosts of the pack that started the riot, I should be safe. I’m an omega, after all.
The sun outside is nearly all the way down, and the building grows darker by the second. Shadows that weren’t there before dance in the corners of my vision, and I break into a sweat on the back of my neck.
This is silly. I’m okay.
An omega ghost would want to keep a living omega safe, right? Unless…unless she wants to possess my body to come back to the land of the living. And then she’ll use her ghostly possession to get my guys down here so her alphas can take overtheirbodies—
A crackle and faint buzz has me jumping once again, my heart pounding wildly as the fluorescent lights kick on. None too soon, since almost all the light was gone.
Fuck. Why is itmorecreepy now?
Don’t think about ghosts.
I walk further into the building, maneuvering around another fallen gurney.
Think about my guys.
Nope. Guy. Not multiple. One. Hayden.
My sweet, eagerlittle—
“Shit!” My foot catches on something, and the next thing I know, I’m lifting my hands in front of my face to break my fall. Groaning, I roll onto my back to catch my breath. Dammit. That hurt. My hands ache, and after a second, I push to sit up.
“Turnip?” I call out, not seeing the little rat anywhere. Then a squeak. I look over to Turnip, who has climbed up a nearly empty bookcase across the hall. Her little head pushes a book out of the way, and then her paws are on a small black button.
She must’ve sniffed it out, just like she sniffed out the bugs hidden in my room.
Before my very eyes, the empty bookcase rolls to the side like one of those haunted mansion movies and reveals a huge metal door. Turnip stands on her hind legs chittering proudly.
“What a clever girl you are,” I coo, getting up and walking towards the bookcase slowly, taking in every detail.
One look tells me that it's a heavy ass door, similar to one a safe might have. There’s a high tech keypad where a door handle should be, as well as what looks like an electromagnetic sensor for a keycard, like we have on our bedroom doors.
I had my suspicions, but now it’s confirmed. They’re hiding something down here. I just need to figure out what it is.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, the opposite of where I came from. So, making as little noise as possible, I grab Turnip, press the same button that she pressed to hide the door again, and walk as quickly as I can back the way I came. Turnip scrambles back into my pocket, not a fan of the speed I’m going.
My mind is racing as I make my escape, not even bothering to see who else is wandering down here. I was right.
My sister could be right on the other side of that door, and then I can get the fuck out of here.
I let out a sigh of relief as I reach the door and wrench it open, only to come face-to-face with Kole.
