Short Story in First Person!

I noticed most of my short stories are written in third person. In fact I thought all of them were but I went back and re-read a few and realized some of my favorites were actually written in first person.

I decided to write in first person again. Hope you all enjoy it!


Assault on Facility 415


The anxiousness had overtaken me again. I steadied my breathing as best I could and peeked out from the darkened corner that hid me. The hall was empty. I stayed my nerves, took a deep breath, and ran for it.

The facility had been under attack for the past few days. At first no one thought it was serious. "Our security will handle it." The director of the facility said with confidence.

After day 1 security wasn't able to protect us. That's when everyone started to go into hiding. It wasn't so bad except that there was no place to sleep comfortably. Most of us took to sleeping in between the walls. But the rebels started to tear down the walls on day 3.

Most of us were either caught or just too exhausted to hide anymore and gave up.

Why was I still alive? Maybe I was just too cunning for the rebels. Maybe it was because I was the track and field champ back in high school. Maybe I was just more paranoid.

I stopped as I got to a T pass. I held my breath and listened. I could hear muffled voices coming from down the hall. It sounded like they were heading away. Leaning out I spied them turning the corner away. I could either follow them at a distance, or chance the other hallway.

I ran up the other hallway.

The facility was in lock down. The only way out was to activate the override controls in the Central Processing Room. If the rebels were at all smart they'd have this place covered in guards. I'll have to stop at the security office. Never underestimate your enemy.

I rounded the corner quickly and jumped through the security office window. It was already smashed leaving glass shards everywhere. I surveyed the area quickly. All the guns had been taken most of the non-leathal force was salvaged by the rebels already. I checked under the front desk and found a small case of back up supplies unopened. Luck would appear to be on my side right now.

I took the hand gun and its handful of bullets, a few flash bangs, the only thermal detonator left in the office. I exited out the back of the security office into the maintenance halls. The rebels spent very little time patrolling the maintenance halls because they only lead to two places. The security room, and the washrooms.

I snuck through the washroom and cracked the door. Central Processing was down the hall. I didn't see any guards. Which meant one of two things. They didn't know what Central Processing did. Or it was a trap.

I leaned against the wall to the washroom and started to devise the plan. It didn't look like I was going to make it out, so instead I'll have to give anyone else whose left a fighting chance at getting out, which means I needed to signal for help. No doubt the rebels were listening in to all transmission frequencies and ready to cut off any calls, which means I only had a few minutes at best to pull this off.

I headed back to the security room and grabbed a few flares from the non-lethal supply box. I took a tape recorder and headed to the western tower.

I got to the western tower and as luck would have it the patrol was leaving. I watched from behind a pile of rubble as they walked away. I quickly climbed the tower stairs to the roof and set off a few flares. No doubt that would alert the rebels. I immediately set out to the north eastern tower.

I heard the rebels running to the western tower to find out why the flares were set off. I managed to make it to the north eastern tower without much effort because of this. I kicked open the door and shot off a few flares. Now for the tricky part.

I ran as fast as I could back to the security room rapidly recording a distress call into the tape recorder. I finished my recording as I turned the hall and found myself face to face with a pair of rebels. They took aim and started to fire. I hastily dodged around the corner tossing  flash bang down the hall to distract them. I heard the popping sound of the flash bang going off followed by the curses of the rebels. I doubled back towards the tower and cut through the botany labs to get to the security room.

I climbed through the broken window again and found the radio controls. I set up my recorder to play, on repeat, through all broadcast frequencies. If anyone out there was paying attention at all, they should know that something is up at Facility 415.

I ran up the maintenance tunnel to the washroom across from Central Processing. I peaked out into the hallway again. No one was around but the sounds of distance footsteps running through the facility could be heard. It was time to spring their trap.

I made a mad dash from the washroom to the central processing room. Gun shots rang out as I charged the door with all my might. I slammed it open and rushed to lock it behind me again. I could hear them outside fighting to get in. I had to act quickly.

First thing I did was unlock and remote open all the doors out of the facility. I re-ecrtpyed the system with a 72 character WEP Key, not impossible to crack but time consuming. I then turned on the facility intercom.

"Attention all Facility 415 staff! I've overridden the doors! You can escape! I've sent out a distress call! The military should be by shortly to help evacuate everyone! Stay out of sight and avoid detection as best as you can! If you have the chance, run to freedom!"

Bullets riddled the room. I dived to the ground and covered my head. I knew what I said was a lie but hopefully it would inspire courage in whatever survivors were left, and unhinge the rebels enough they would get sloppy. It didn't matter if I died, so long as someone got out and informed the world of what the rebels were doing.

Bullet storm had stopped leaving most of the walls torn apart; there was sizable hold nearby the door. They were probably reloading. I crawled to the hole, armed a flash bang and tossed it out. The firing began again. The flash bang popped and the firing became erratic. I reached out the hole and fired blindly with the hand gun. I heard someone cry out in pain. I kept pulling the trigger until the click signified an empty barrel. I dropped the gun and crawled to the other side of the room. I grabbed the intercom off the table and sat there with it turned on.

"Whoever is still alive out there. I've given you this chance. Don't let it slip by. The rebels are at the Central Processing room. I'm locked inside. Don't try to save me, it won't matter. Just save yourselves."

The gun fire grew more rapid and intense. The thick metal door was no being punctured. As the bullets flew by I set down the intercom and reached into my pocket and pulled out the thermal detonator. I held it tightly in my hand and waited.

The firing stopped.

The rebels kicked down the door.

I pulled the pin.