Blueberry

With a grunt Alex raised the shutter door, the pale blue of the outside lamps filtering into the storage unit.  It was spacious and kept fastidiously clean, with a cot, mini-fridge, and portable electric stove suggesting that he had spent more than a few nights in here.  As Alex and Reverie stepped inside he let the door close behind them, plunging them into darkness until he turned on the flood lamps, bathing the room and its contents in light.  By the far wall were two metal boxes a bit larger than chemical toilets, with tight bundles of cables at their bases leading to a t

Her watch beeped three times, signaling seventy-five percent ripeness.

"Paul!" Jessica called out, flapping her arms on the bloated sides of her filling form. "Paul, it's time! Hurry!"

The sound of rushed footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway, panting breath coming from her best friend as he turned the corner, holding onto the doorframe. He pulled up his brown shorts, adjusting his round fogged glasses on his face. "I'm...here!" He said between deep breaths.

You had no idea how long you’d been skulking around this place for. It could have been a few days just as easily as it could have been a few hours. Your brain’s capacity to process the passage of time had fallen by the wayside amid the constant switching from tense, methodical planning of every single step you were to make to instinctual dashes for survival in a desperate effort to get away from those, those things.