Thread: And Now It Begins!!

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Hey guys, haven't been here in quite a while. Just thought I'd stop in and say hi. BTW, Great concept, this thread is... Hope everyone is well. I'm been so busy at work, I haven't had a moment to spare. But that's going to have to change soon.

I agree with Laurie...you should turn on the lights and see what you can. Maybe try to find a weapon. With animated corpes chasing you, you need all the protection you can get.

Turn on the light, check out the kitchen.

I reached up and yanked the string, a dim dirty bulb wavered into a sort of half life but I could now see the kitchen in full relief. As the light came on cockroaches and rats scattered to the dark nooks of the kitchen to spy at me with their beady eyes. Well at least they ran from me I thought it could have been worse. The kitchen was covered in a greasy coat of dirt and long forgotten dishes were pilled up in the sink. The smell was pungent so I stayed away from them. The cupboards held varying degrees of half chewed boxes of inedible food , and other contained plates and dishes and bowls. I found a spray bottle with industrial bug spray and put it on the counter. In another drawer I was rewarded with a large carving knife. I looked further through the drawers and found a flashlight without any batteries, and empty fabric grocery sack and a few bottles of bottled water. I walked to the fridge there were some pictures held with magnets one of the people in the photo looked like me. I stared at it not remembering having that picture taken. Just then I had a pulsing pain in my temple and it took a moment for my head to clear. For one moment I thought I remembered something but it flew quickly from my mind.

Carefully I opened the fridge and there on a plate dry and molded over was what was left of a human heart. I felt sick what kind of hell was I in. When I slammed the door shut I heard a jingle. I waited and didnt hear it again. I looked around the kitchen trying to figure out what made the noise. It was a key rack just to the side of the fridge. It had three sets of keys. One set looked like door keys and the other two were smaller. There were no markings on them except one key had the letter B on it. finishing my exploration didnt yeild any more items of use. I noted there were three more doors in the kitchen a very small white dirty door, a door which at one time must have led to the back yard but was so boarded up it was impassible, and another door much like the one I used to enter the kitchen....I was still uneasy but at least the light bulb gave me some extra comfort. I made another quick search and satisfied I began loading my bag.

Alright what do I take what do I leave and what door do I go for?

Man, where's MacGyver when you need him. With all that stuff available I'm sure he would be able to build a bomb or machine gun or something to get you out of that mess.

Oh, and is it just me, or is this starting to remind anyone else of those old text based adventure games from way back in the day...you know like King's Quest. I remember playing those games for hours late at night. Ah, my misspent youth as a nerd. It was my experience in those games to just grab everything you can. Keys, flashlight, water, ...the whole lot....except maybe the molding heart; I think I'd leave that if I were you.

My vote for new direction, go through door #3 and see where it goes.

Originally Posted by deadlypeanutboy

Man, where's MacGyver when you need him. With all that stuff available I'm sure he would be able to build a bomb or machine gun or something to get you out of that mess.

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Door #3 it is...don't forget the knife, bug spray, and pictures too...

I put everything that could be of use to me in the bag. Bug spray, Keys, Bottled water, Empty flashlight I even took the photograph. I looked at it again, for some reason it haunted me, a little painful sensation in the back of my mind. I put it in the bag so I wouldnt have to look at it. Lastly I picked up the knife. I felt a bit more confident holding a weapon. The polished blade glimmered in the light and I could see my reflection. It was beautiful, the handle rested so perfectly in my hand. I had a feeling I was going to need it.
I went to the door like the one I had come in and turned the knob. It turned easily but when I tried to push it open it wouldnt open. I could get it to open the slightest inch but it wouldnt budge. Something must have been blocking it from the other side. I slumped a bit, either I was going through the small white door or back the way I had come in.

Dare I say...go through the small white door...

Oh man...somebody probably wants you to go that way.....you're screwed.

I turned and looked at the white door, I wasnt ready to face the gaping black hole in the other room, so my choice was made.
I tried the knob, it was locked. I fished out the keys, the largest was a sort of a skeleton key and it worked, the lock clicked.
I opened the door and held out my candle, it was a basement door. A long set of dark cobwebbed steps led down.
The dust on the steps didnt seem to be disturbed. If I had to guess no one had come this way in a long while.
Fearing something coming in the kitchen after me I carefully shut the door. Down I went noting the walls were covered with
cobwebs and a few empty coathooks. About half way down I saw a broom and set it across the steps, atleast I would know if anyone were coming down after me. finally I got to the bottom of the steps and peered into darkness, it was as silent as a tomb. Reaching out for the wall I was surprised to feel a light switch, I took a breath and turned it on. For a moment nothing happened then I saw a glow near the ceiling, with a crackling pop a florescent light came to life. It flickered and threatened to go out but It stayed on.
I looked around, I saw it was typical basement old furniture pilled against the walls, holiday decorations, an old rusty bycicle, and several cardboard cartons. There was a pathway through the debris and I followed it around. A washer and dryer stood
against one wall with a table for folding and a furnace stood oposite. The furnace was cold and silent, though its elaborate grill would have looked menacing with its gas fire burning like a great tooth filled mouth. On the ground in front of it was an ash shovel and a small pile of ashes.
On the farthest wall was a work bench. I was delighted to see some simple tools
screw drivers, hammer, scissors, handsaw, an old coffee can of nails and matches. I checked through the only drawer and found 2 D batteries. The small transistor radio I found had static on all the channels.
above the bench more newspaper clippings tacked haphazardly, all them yellow and faded. Finishing my search the only other items I could find were a square shovel and a rake leaning against the wall.

What do I do here, what do I take? Keep in mind the space in the bag is limited....Then how next do we proceed?