THE WAREHOUSE
LEVEL J
"I never imagined in all my life that I'd end in a place like this. The choices I had made during my life were minuscule compared to the choices I had to make to survive." - Subject 9-6A (Thrill Seeker)
Silence fell over the pitch black room where a young man, roughly in his mid twenties, lay as still as the moonlight covering him. The jagged concrete floor tattooed his entire back side. In an instant the silence was cut short by rattling metal. With a short click following it, a steady flow of cool air filled the room. The man wakes with a shiver in the darkness. He blinks, but it is still too dark. Again he blinks, but the space around him remains pitch black. He tries to speak, to call out for someone, but to no avail. Some form of cloth, damp between his lips muffles his words. Alone in the dark he can hear his heart drumming against his chest. He lifts his arms as much as possible toward his face. He can only raise them a few inches from his body before he stops. A thick rope around his waist fastened his hands together. The man takes a deep breath and pulls on the rope. His fingers follow it down and as far around his waist as possible. The knot was out of reach, threaded through the belt loops; it was tied in the back of his pants. The man rolls over. Before he can make another move he hears the clicking of chains. He pauses a moment. The sound of his breaths fills the room. He moves his legs again, turning on his stomach. The chains click together with every motion. He pauses and allows himself a deep breath. The man tries to lift his left foot. It only lifts a few inches before the chains pull it back. The same with his right foot. Restrained and blindfolded, the young man weighs his options in the chill of the night.
(Struggle To Get Free)
The young man jerks his body in every way that his restraints will allow, grunting with the sensation of heat overcoming his wrists as the rope aggressively hugs them. The chains bang against the floor as he kicks his bare feet. The concrete scrapes his arms and legs. He pulls his knees up to his chest and takes hold of the chains. With all his might he pulls as hard as he can, but they do not release. He feels around his ankles and finds a small padlock on his right foot. There is a small hole in the center of it. The young man rolls over on his back. He shoves his fingers into the pockets of his jeans and pulls out nothing, but lint. He slams his head against the floor and growls at himself. In the silence of the night, he lays still. Then he hears it. The sound of metal dragging across the ground. There is a long clicking of chains following behind it. The sound is off in the distance. A low, deep growl echoes behind it in the darkness. The young man's breaths pick up. The hairs on his neck stand with the chill of air dancing down his spine. Beads of sweat rain down on his face from his short brown hair. He can hear it's steps pounding the floor. One after another it's claws scratch the ground with every step. The beast was closing in.
(Continue To Struggle)
There is no time to waste. The young man twists every which way. He strains himself pulling on the rope and rolling across the floor. The growling seemed to in his ear. It's gets louder as the dragging metal draws near. The young man buries his face into the floor as he goes for one last jerk. The rope digs into his wrists, the chains press against his ankles, he stretches his entire body against the concrete, then... The blindfold slides down against his cheeks and sits across the bridge of his wide nose. His hazel eyes search the room. A quick glance reveals a small metal key lying before him on the ground. Beyond it were two sharp blades, daggers, rigged up against the wall by two pulleys and rope that threaded from a hole at the base of the wall, into a metal box, and through a fist sized hole in the wall a few inches above. The blades tapped the floor in rhythm with the rise and fall of the box. Another deep growl from outside the door sent a shock up the young man's spine. A sudden silence fell over the room. At the door he could see a small light attempting to sneak in. It was accompanied by a large shadow. Whatever was coming for him had reached its destination. What could be done?
(Cut Rope)
Time was of the essence. The young man lunged forward, landing on the key. He wrestled with the flooring to get the key between sweaty fingers. Without hesitation, he shoves the key into his pocket and flops towards the blades. He sits up on his knees before the dancing daggers. Every time one dagger came down, the other rose. The young man waited until one of the daggers reached its highest point and pressed the rope between his hands up against the blade, sawing at his bondage. The rope halts the mechanism. He can hear the chains jerking as they try to break free against him. He pushed up against the blade on his toes. Finally, the rope snapped. The young man groans as the blade falls through the rope and slices one arm. The other blade shoots up against the back of the other. A pool of blood gathers at his knees.
The darkness of the room begins fading as the door creaks open. Heavy breaths were accompanied by deep growling. A single paw stepping in the room. The three talons on it's bony-black toes were as sharp as the hanging blades. It's skin was dried and clinging.
The young man frantically scans the room. He looks over the blade set-up. The rope was out of reach for him to cut the blades. The threading through the walls prevented him from untying them. The metal box seemed to hold it all together. It had a latch with a key hole in the back for opening.
I have to get out of here! Now! The young man pulls they key from his pocket. He stares at it for a moment, then looks toward the door. There is only one way out. The only window was out of reach, opposite of a vent. His only company was the hanging blades, the key, and the monster at his door.
LEVEL J
"I never imagined in all my life that I'd end in a place like this. The choices I had made during my life were minuscule compared to the choices I had to make to survive." - Subject 9-6A (Thrill Seeker)
Silence fell over the pitch black room where a young man, roughly in his mid twenties, lay as still as the moonlight covering him. The jagged concrete floor tattooed his entire back side. In an instant the silence was cut short by rattling metal. With a short click following it, a steady flow of cool air filled the room. The man wakes with a shiver in the darkness. He blinks, but it is still too dark. Again he blinks, but the space around him remains pitch black. He tries to speak, to call out for someone, but to no avail. Some form of cloth, damp between his lips muffles his words. Alone in the dark he can hear his heart drumming against his chest. He lifts his arms as much as possible toward his face. He can only raise them a few inches from his body before he stops. A thick rope around his waist fastened his hands together. The man takes a deep breath and pulls on the rope. His fingers follow it down and as far around his waist as possible. The knot was out of reach, threaded through the belt loops; it was tied in the back of his pants. The man rolls over. Before he can make another move he hears the clicking of chains. He pauses a moment. The sound of his breaths fills the room. He moves his legs again, turning on his stomach. The chains click together with every motion. He pauses and allows himself a deep breath. The man tries to lift his left foot. It only lifts a few inches before the chains pull it back. The same with his right foot. Restrained and blindfolded, the young man weighs his options in the chill of the night.
(Struggle To Get Free)
The young man jerks his body in every way that his restraints will allow, grunting with the sensation of heat overcoming his wrists as the rope aggressively hugs them. The chains bang against the floor as he kicks his bare feet. The concrete scrapes his arms and legs. He pulls his knees up to his chest and takes hold of the chains. With all his might he pulls as hard as he can, but they do not release. He feels around his ankles and finds a small padlock on his right foot. There is a small hole in the center of it. The young man rolls over on his back. He shoves his fingers into the pockets of his jeans and pulls out nothing, but lint. He slams his head against the floor and growls at himself. In the silence of the night, he lays still. Then he hears it. The sound of metal dragging across the ground. There is a long clicking of chains following behind it. The sound is off in the distance. A low, deep growl echoes behind it in the darkness. The young man's breaths pick up. The hairs on his neck stand with the chill of air dancing down his spine. Beads of sweat rain down on his face from his short brown hair. He can hear it's steps pounding the floor. One after another it's claws scratch the ground with every step. The beast was closing in.
(Continue To Struggle)
There is no time to waste. The young man twists every which way. He strains himself pulling on the rope and rolling across the floor. The growling seemed to in his ear. It's gets louder as the dragging metal draws near. The young man buries his face into the floor as he goes for one last jerk. The rope digs into his wrists, the chains press against his ankles, he stretches his entire body against the concrete, then... The blindfold slides down against his cheeks and sits across the bridge of his wide nose. His hazel eyes search the room. A quick glance reveals a small metal key lying before him on the ground. Beyond it were two sharp blades, daggers, rigged up against the wall by two pulleys and rope that threaded from a hole at the base of the wall, into a metal box, and through a fist sized hole in the wall a few inches above. The blades tapped the floor in rhythm with the rise and fall of the box. Another deep growl from outside the door sent a shock up the young man's spine. A sudden silence fell over the room. At the door he could see a small light attempting to sneak in. It was accompanied by a large shadow. Whatever was coming for him had reached its destination. What could be done?
(Cut Rope)
Time was of the essence. The young man lunged forward, landing on the key. He wrestled with the flooring to get the key between sweaty fingers. Without hesitation, he shoves the key into his pocket and flops towards the blades. He sits up on his knees before the dancing daggers. Every time one dagger came down, the other rose. The young man waited until one of the daggers reached its highest point and pressed the rope between his hands up against the blade, sawing at his bondage. The rope halts the mechanism. He can hear the chains jerking as they try to break free against him. He pushed up against the blade on his toes. Finally, the rope snapped. The young man groans as the blade falls through the rope and slices one arm. The other blade shoots up against the back of the other. A pool of blood gathers at his knees.
The darkness of the room begins fading as the door creaks open. Heavy breaths were accompanied by deep growling. A single paw stepping in the room. The three talons on it's bony-black toes were as sharp as the hanging blades. It's skin was dried and clinging.
The young man frantically scans the room. He looks over the blade set-up. The rope was out of reach for him to cut the blades. The threading through the walls prevented him from untying them. The metal box seemed to hold it all together. It had a latch with a key hole in the back for opening.
I have to get out of here! Now! The young man pulls they key from his pocket. He stares at it for a moment, then looks toward the door. There is only one way out. The only window was out of reach, opposite of a vent. His only company was the hanging blades, the key, and the monster at his door.