> F L O O D <
10-03-2018, 10:10 PM
> RUN
Your armlight turns on, and you jog down the hall. With what you can see with your feeble light, it's just a dusty hall. No papers tacked to walls, no boxes or crates or bits of baggage, no paraphernalia that would imply anyone was here. Rooms 201 to 205 are on your left, and 206 to 210 are on your right.
> FIND SAFETY
Working on it. You certainly feel better not being near any windows.
> FIND THINGS
You were in an even-numbered room... and the odd number rooms are on the other side of the hallway. The shooter shouldn't be able to see in those rooms. You decide to head up to room 209 and jiggle the handle. It creaks and rust comes off the joint but otherwise you can open the door.
Inside, the room is roughly the same shape as the one you woke up in. A window is on the far side, shades down. An indent along the right side is where the kitchenette is - err, should be. Faded square patches on the wall and carpet are where the counters, oven, and fridge should be. Electrical wiring pokes out of the wall, torn and jagged. In fact, there's faded patches everywhere, as though all the furniture in the room was suddenly taken out without a trace. Well, there is a trace. The patches, for one, and also the dust that is clinging to every bit of carpet sans the furniture-less spots.
There is also dark bloodstains on the wall. And the ceiling. It's a wide splatter that seems to have dried up long ago.
Old blood, freshly-taken furniture. This is getting weird.
You try all the other odd-numbered rooms. Same thing in each. Blood. Dust. Nothing else.
You try your hand at one of the even numbered rooms. 210. You crack open the door ever so slightly...
It's difficult to see in, but it looks exactly like all the other rooms. Still very dark but --
KRAKOOM
Lightning flashes, and in one of the buildings across the street, you see the bright flash glinting off of something. Something small and shiny. A dark silhouette is behind it. In the next instant, a flash appears, and another bullet slams into the door, tearing a hole straight through and sending splinters everywhere.
You've already slammed the door and taken many steps back.
Your armlight turns on, and you jog down the hall. With what you can see with your feeble light, it's just a dusty hall. No papers tacked to walls, no boxes or crates or bits of baggage, no paraphernalia that would imply anyone was here. Rooms 201 to 205 are on your left, and 206 to 210 are on your right.
> FIND SAFETY
Working on it. You certainly feel better not being near any windows.
> FIND THINGS
You were in an even-numbered room... and the odd number rooms are on the other side of the hallway. The shooter shouldn't be able to see in those rooms. You decide to head up to room 209 and jiggle the handle. It creaks and rust comes off the joint but otherwise you can open the door.
Inside, the room is roughly the same shape as the one you woke up in. A window is on the far side, shades down. An indent along the right side is where the kitchenette is - err, should be. Faded square patches on the wall and carpet are where the counters, oven, and fridge should be. Electrical wiring pokes out of the wall, torn and jagged. In fact, there's faded patches everywhere, as though all the furniture in the room was suddenly taken out without a trace. Well, there is a trace. The patches, for one, and also the dust that is clinging to every bit of carpet sans the furniture-less spots.
There is also dark bloodstains on the wall. And the ceiling. It's a wide splatter that seems to have dried up long ago.
Old blood, freshly-taken furniture. This is getting weird.
You try all the other odd-numbered rooms. Same thing in each. Blood. Dust. Nothing else.
You try your hand at one of the even numbered rooms. 210. You crack open the door ever so slightly...
It's difficult to see in, but it looks exactly like all the other rooms. Still very dark but --
KRAKOOM
Lightning flashes, and in one of the buildings across the street, you see the bright flash glinting off of something. Something small and shiny. A dark silhouette is behind it. In the next instant, a flash appears, and another bullet slams into the door, tearing a hole straight through and sending splinters everywhere.
You've already slammed the door and taken many steps back.
Can anyone curse a REAL sword?