The Space Between Walls

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”

— L.M. Montgomery

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For once, there’s no mission.

No encrypted calls at 3 A.M., no frantic reports, no containment orders.

Just silence.

You finally have time to breathe.

You rest. You patch your wounds. You eat something that isn’t freeze-dried. There is time enough where you can all come "Together" and just relax.

The bunker hums softly, background noise you’ve almost learned to tune out.

Air recyclers. Distant generators. Familiar, mechanical heartbeats.

Then one night, the hum changes.

The bunker's ticker tape machine Springs to life:

AUDIO LOG: FILE CORRUPTED – PARTIAL RESTORE SUCCESSFUL

A forgotten communications wing flickers back online. You don't even remember that hallway. It seemed to just appear out of nowhere.

“…unidentified broadcast repeating…”

–static–buzzing tone–

It’s broadcasting distress signals from bunkers Delta Green swore were destroyed.

The coordinates don’t match anything on record.

“…if anyone can hear this…”

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Warning!

This episode may contain disturbing imagery such as:

• Contortionists

• Body horror

• Zombies

• Large bodies of water, and sharks

• Horror themes that will seem too real when you go home

• Leeches