The following was a piece I wrote for a flash fiction contest for Medium:
“What is this place?” She stopped to scrutinize their surroundings.
Thick organic walls swelled and contracted as if inhaling and exhaling, their soft tissue exteriors covered in a sticky moisture. Every few feet, a velvet red alternating with electric blue glow pulsated beneath puffy outcroppings. A shiny gooey substance spread across the spongy surface of the floor.
Angel touched the wall and then pulled back. A wet mesh substance, like fresh saliva, stuck to her black tactical glove. The moisture was like a mixture between spider webbing and dripping mucus.
She and her partner wore protective body armor that kept them safe from exposure unknown substances. The suits had an airtight headpiece that covered all but their eyes and noses. They wore goggles to cover the only exposed area of their bodies. She donned a black armored vest and a pair of loose fitting black canvas pants. Black leather combat boots with steel toes completed her outfit.
“I’m not sure, but this cave seems very much alive.” Terence’s assessment of the obvious made her smirk.
“Come on, we have a job to do. Let’s get to it.” She gulped down whatever courage she could. He was right, though. The cave itself felt like a living, breathing organism. A stench of horrible death hung in the air too.
“Speaking of.” He pressed his bare hand on her shoulder to stop her. “What is that job again? I’m not sure we were ever really told, were we?”
“Containment.” She snapped in a stern tone, “and put your gloves back on! This place isn’t safe. We were sent here to find this… thing or things and contain them. Whatever it or they are.”
He stopped and shook his head, his night vision goggles perched on his forehead. She searched his eyes. They were filled with a glossy darkness she knew very well. Fear of the unknown hovered there, the same fear that swirled inside her.
“Containment. Ok sure.” His shoulders slumped as he took to a pouting stance, then dropped his goggles back over his face and pulled his gloves back on. “Nothing about this adds up at all.”
“I know.” She nodded.
“Do you have a map?”
“Yes. It’s an outdated one, but it will suffice.”
“Where are we?”
“I’m not sure. Somewhere in the lower right quadrant.” She pointed at the bottom of the crumpled map before shoving it back in her pocket. “Let’s get this over with.”
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