3 – Opportunity Knocks


Bill kept his voice low, but loud enough to be heard by the small group nearest to him. “Unless anybody thinks otherwise I believe we have a couple of things we need to consider straight away. A couple of us need to get out and explore this tunnel. There are several basic needs, but water and food are a priority, although we also have to consider hygiene with so many people in one small space.”

Dawn said, “We’ve got a supply of bottled drinking water and snack bars in one of the storage areas underneath.”

Paul said, “Although we have a toilet facility onboard at the back, it’s not intended for perpetual use. We need to find a way of dealing with it.”

The others nodded.

Paul said, “Perhaps we’ll find a suitable hygiene facility when we explore.”

“Possibly, mate,” Bill said. “It’s something we must keep in mind.” He paused. “I don’t know how many it will affect, but this tunnel must be a no-smoking zone.”

Dawn said, “I think we have maybe half a dozen people who like a smoke.”

“We’ll need their matches or lighters later, but we don’t need to find out by accident that there are pockets of gas in here. It might come across better if you mention the gas first, and then the no-smoking rule.”

“I’ll deal with delivering that information,” Alan said. “I suppose most of them dislike me already anyway because I was acting a bit stroppy earlier.”

“Good delivery and showing we care about each other—that’s all you need, Alan.” Bill winked and got a smile. He turned to Paul. “Have you got a decent flashlight in your maintenance box?”

“I’ll go fetch it now—would you like me to go with you on the trek through the tunnel?”

“I think it would be best, mate. It sounds like you have a better knowledge of its history and configuration than anybody else.”

Paul went outside and was back in a few minutes with a large, rubber-encased flashlight. “This is usually plugged into the coach’s power pack so it lasts for hours.”

“Before we leave, is there anything we can tell these guys to pass on—something of interest that will keep everybody’s hopes up?”

“I wouldn’t want to reel off statistics but the tunnel is about ten miles long and has a number of emergency exits and maintenance portals.”

“Do we have any idea how far in we are from the entrance?”

Norman said, “We ran like hell to catch up with you after you passed us—I’d guess at maybe three or four hundred metres.”

“I’d go along with that,” Chloe said.

“Okay, that will give them something to talk about,” Bill said. “Before we can do much more planning I think we need to find out what we’ve got down here by way of facilities. We’ll leave you guys to explain where we’ve gone and what we’re doing.”

Alan said, “Dawn and I can tell everybody about the hygiene and smoking and whatever while you guys are away.”

Dawn said, “We’ll keep them talking to each other—it will stop them going stir-crazy in the dim lighting.” She turned and glanced out of the windscreen into the blackness. “Do you two guys want the headlights on to get started?”

“No, thanks,” Bill said. “We’re better off to start the way we mean to go on—the flashlight. However far we go, when we’re on the way back it will be a welcome sight when we see these interior lights, even if they’re dim.”

Bill and Paul synchronised their watches with the coach clock and Alan’s watch.

“We’ll aim to be back in three hours,” Bill said.

Dawn handed Paul a small bottle of water. “You two will need this more than me.”


The two men set off slowly, Paul on the left and Bill on the right. They walked on the gravel and undergrowth away from the ends of the railway sleepers. Bill was carrying the flashlight and aimed the beam well ahead and centrally. The technique he used was sufficient to illuminate a fair length of the old rails and create more confidence for the pair of them as they walked. Anything beyond the beam was pitch black apart from the occasional shine of crystallised substances contained within the surface of the tunnel roof and walls.

For several minutes the pair advanced with no other sound than their breathing and the crunching of gravel underfoot.

“Bill,” Paul said in a whisper. “Do you really think we have a chance of surviving down here?”

“I’ve been in worse conditions, Paul, and living in a disused railway tunnel is not going to be the end of the line for me—if you’ll pardon the pun.”

“I think it’s amazing that you can be so positive.”

“We’ve got two choices, mate. We can either roll over and die, or we can tackle the adversity face-on and fight for survival.” He laughed briefly. “Having seen how you drive a coach when under pressure, I’ve got you down as a fighter.”

The pair fell silent once again, but Paul was buoyed by the confidence expressed in him. He already believed in this ex-soldier, Bill, and if this guy could believe they’d survive, then that was good enough. The conversation was brief and sporadic for over an hour.

“An orange reflective strip,” Bill said. “On your side, but still a distance away.”

“I see it—maybe it’s an exit or maintenance portal.”

“We’ll find out soon enough.”

The reflective strip remained a focal point as they advanced along the railway, occasionally stumbling over a rock or tuft of undergrowth.

On arrival, the men found that the reflective strip was fixed to the edge of a door frame. Bill shone the beam partly onto the door and read the warning sign. “Emergency exit—Authorised Personnel Only. Possible hazard on exit from an external door.”

“What do you think?”

“I think you should hold this mate, while I try and move this push-bar.”

Paul accepted the flashlight. “What about the warning of a hazard?”

“It says ‘Possible hazard on exit from external door’, which tells me that there is something between this door and the one that has the possible hazard.”

“You mean there might be something like a … an airlock or chamber of some sort?”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking, but stay back, just in case I’m wrong.” Bill gripped the push-bar with both hands got up onto his toes and heaved his weight downward—nothing. “It’s a little bit stiff, which I suppose is to be expected.”

“What if I lay the flashlight on the deck and we both have a go?”

“Come on mate, let’s do this.”

The light was placed between and behind them and they tried together several times to budge the bar. On the fifth attempt, there was a metal grinding noise at one end.

“Okay, Paul, keep it going together—on three … one … two … three.”

The pair continued to grip and jump up and down, puffing for breath, until at last the bar went loose and the door moved slightly. The men stopped and stepped back, breathing heavily. Bill stooped to lift the flashlight. He shone the beam into the space as he pushed the door with his boot.

“Good guess,” Paul said as he looked into the short chamber. The floor was fitted with concrete flagstones and the walls were tiled up to and around an arched ceiling. A few tiles lay broken on the floor, but though a few were cracked, most were still secure.

“This is a good omen,” Bill said. “If something as simple as an emergency exit has been built to last this long, it speaks volumes about the standard of the workmanship.”

“I agree that it’s in great condition, but why is it a good omen?”

“This is a route out of here in a hurry—the maintenance portals will be built to the same standard and they would have been set up for men to spend time in them.” Bill shone the flashlight on the other door. “There is our door with a possible hazard on the other side, so we’ll leave that one until it’s needed.”

“I wonder what that oblong box is up there?”

“Wipe all the shit off and see if we can make it out.”

Paul rubbed a hand over the flat area about the size of a small shoebox. “It’s glass—a light, or it will be if we can arrange a source of power.”

“I think we’ll list this little find under the heading of hope.” Bill tapped his companion on the shoulder. “Let’s move on mate.”

The pair closed the door most of the way and then set off once again into the tunnel. For a while, they crunched along on the gravel in silence.

“Paul, what have you got on the coach in the way of tools?”

“I have the usual breakdown and wheel-changing equipment. I also carry a small but comprehensive toolbox in the storage bin—why do you ask?”

“We may not have much down here, but if we can adapt or disable the push bars on the doors we could maybe use of these exit chambers. I’m just thinking out loud at the moment.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“The coach is comfortable, but we could be in this tunnel for some time and we can’t live in the coach—we’ll need to organise some type of makeshift accommodation.”

“Do you ever stop planning?”

“No,” Bill laughed as the pair of them continued walking and talking. “While we’re thinking of planning, what type of power pack is on the coach?”

“It’s a relatively new hybrid—solar power obtained via the windows, combined with the choice to switch over to a traction-wheel generator.”

“The solar energy part, are we talking about the windows that make up the roof?”

“No, all of the windows, including the windscreen. There is a fine thread element which runs through every pane of glass and the solar power is fed to the individual window frame. From there it joins a network of thin metal cables and feeds the cell under the coach.”

“What about if the weather isn’t so bright?”

“As long as there is sufficient power to get the coach moving, when the drive, or traction wheels at the back are turning they charge the power pack too.”

“How efficient are the two systems?”

“The sunlight we had today was enough to give a full charge, which means that if I hadn’t driven us in here we could travel for miles without sunlight.”

“Okay, so you could start the motor?”

“Yes—have you got an idea forming?”

“I’ll have to think it through, but yes, there is a germ of an idea in my head. In the military, invariably we used to find that we couldn’t get the official equipment, or we had to improvise to make something work. When it’s been your lifestyle for a few years it sticks with you.”

“Look, Bill, another reflective section, and it looks a bit bigger.”

When they arrived it was to find that the coloured strip was to indicate the entrance to a maintenance portal—MP-1. The door this time had no emergency push-bar, but a regular handle. Bill pulled hard on the handle and the door creaked. He slammed a foot against the wall and pulled harder—opening the door a few inches.

“Hold the flashlight again, Paul.” Bill squeezed his right shoulder between the door and the frame and pushed with all of his strength. The door jammed partly open, but it was enough to get inside.

The two men got inside and Paul handed the flashlight back to the guy who was making such great progress.

At first, it looked like the exit chamber they’d been in earlier, including the rear emergency exit with a warning of a possible hazard. The difference was that both side walls had doors. Two doors on the left wall and one on the right. Bill pushed the nearest left door and they both went inside. It was a small room, but to all intents and purposes, it was a kitchen. Immediately to the front was a tiny rudimentary cooker and grill. Above was a flue for heat and steam to escape. To the left was a small sink with a single tap, and to the right, a large cupboard with shelving containing a few dusty metal mugs, plates and utensils. In the bottom of the cupboard were two large boxes.

“I’m liking this already,” Bill said as he placed the flashlight on the small worktop beside the cooker and lifted one of the large wooden boxes from the metal cabinet. He flicked open the hasp and lifted the lid. “What do we have here?”

“What is it?” Paul leant forward to look inside.

Bill lifted out one of the contents. “In my days in a camouflage uniform, we would have laughed at this stuff but eaten it anyway—composite rations. Some of it might taste like shit, but it keeps you alive and can be kept for bloody years.”

“Does it have a date on the packaging somewhere?”

“Personally, I’ve never been bothered by that sort of thing, mate, but we’ll have a look.” He lifted out a tin containing chocolate, fruit and nut flavoured bars and it was stamped ‘Use by Dec 2065’ which he showed to Paul. Bill lifted out a large wrapped bundle of protein bars. “These bars are each the equivalent of a meal.” He turned the packaging over. ‘Use by Apr 2067’.

“Does this mean we’re not going to starve to death?”

“Yes mate, but we must find drinking water, and that might not be so easy. Let’s try that tap.” After trying several times they were unable to turn the tap.

“At least we know it’s here—we’ll come back to it with some tools later.”

“Let’s see what’s in the other room.” They went into the room on the other side of the small tiled chamber to find a long wooden bench and an equally long wooden table—both sturdy. The room was as small as the kitchen but in this case, instead of a cupboard there were three metal doors which took up the whole of one wall.

Bill opened all of them to find that they were full of wiring, massive fuse-links and other electrical components. At one level to one side was a set of large throw switches—all in the downward position.

Bill half-turned and grinned at Paul in the half-light of the flashlight as he lifted one switch after the other. Nothing happened, but he left them up anyway. “I had to do that—you never know.”

“We’ve still got a door to check—what do you think it’ll be?”

“I’m guessing it’s a basic toilet.”

They went into the tiled chamber and after some effort was applied the slightly smaller door opened. Bill reached out for the flashlight and shone it around inside. “It is a toilet, but there’s no water in there, and the whole little room looks like a zoo for insects.”

“Is it like the kitchen tap do you think—workable if we can locate the water source?”

“Yes, Paul, time is on our side, as long as we have drinking water, talking of which, I think we deserve a drink.”

They both took a pull from the bottle Paul had carried along.

Paul said, “Shall we go on to the next portal?”

Bill played a fingertip across his watch and it illuminated. “No, mate, I think we’ll head back and see how our companions are doing.” He paused. “For the foreseeable future we don’t have day and night, or regular sleeping patterns, so we could come along here again later.”

They set off back towards the coach, both happier having found something positive to report on their return.

Bill said, “You and Dawn gave out small bottles of water earlier today—how much do you carry on the coach?”

“We usually carry a good stock of bottled water and snack foods in one of the luggage storage areas. If the coach was being used for a stop-over tour then the luggage compartments would obviously be full, but because we’ve been picking up our passengers to do one-day trips we have no need to carry luggage.”

“I have to admit it feels strange to think that if you didn’t have the local knowledge to find this place and the guts to get us here, we might have driven halfway to Fort William.”

“Do you think Fort William was affected by one of the blasts, Bill?”

“I wouldn’t repeat it to the others, mate, but I think most of Fort William will either have been vaporised or swallowed by that tsunami we witnessed from so high up.”

“You’re right, I don’t think we should mention it, especially since it was where we were supposed to take you guys after Dawn did the mountainside hike in the afternoon.”

The men fell silent, both with their own train of thought regarding Fort William. The town had been directly in the path of the gigantic wave. Nobody in the area would have stood a chance, whether or not they were in a secured safe area—the town would now be a modern Atlantis, full of corpses.

From a long way they could see the dim interior lights of the coach and even at two hundred metres, Bill was able to switch off the flashlight. There was a slight glint on the metal rails reflecting the lights from the distant coach. The vehicle sat there bathed in the glow of its interior lights against the stark contrast of the area that had once been a tunnel entrance—now completely sealed with fallen debris. 


“It’s so good to see you two back,” Dawn said, standing outside the door of the coach. “We’ve got a problem—a big problem.”

“What’s up?” Bill said.

“One of the passengers has gone missing.”


3 comments on “3 – Opportunity Knocks

  1. Liked what I’ve read so far. If I had read this via Amazon’s ‘Look Inside’ option, I’d deffo be downloading the book. The opening political scenario was totally credible. I liked too the early emergence of more than one leading and capable character, and also the attention to detail of the practicalities of their situation in the narrative i.e. sanitation; too often that side of things is either overlooked or avoided, maybe be because most people who haven’t taken part in an army field exercise or even been wild camping, tend to take for granted the availability of toilet facilities as a given, no matter where or what the situation is. Sincerely hope you pursue this project …

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    • Great to read this, mate. As you can appreciate, these are the first drafts so will be fine-tuned later, but my aim as always is to get the story written as fast and as far as possible before stopping. I might not do too much to tittivate the political scenario because it’s obviously only a vehicle to enter the situation as it unfolds.
      Yes, I’m with you on the hygiene aspect–I’ve never seen it addressed, except by one author who suggested that bodily functions were no longer necessary due to how the characters had been ‘treated’ by the aliens. Sometimes realism is a better wake-up call than fantasy. Now on Chapter 4. 🙂

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      • I agree about not too much expansion on the political situation – it’s a believable scenario, but keeping it to a minimum means the reader doesn’t become distracted by it, and leaves less scope to find fault with it. And yes, Theresa came up with a clever way of side-stepping the hygene issue lol.


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