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 miniscule 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 get can make another move he hears the clicking of chains. He pauses a moment. The sound of his breaths filled 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.
(Survey The Situation)
The young man takes a deep breath. The gentle breeze from the air conditioning unit brushed strands of his short brown hair across his forehead. He laid still for a long moment, trying to recollect how he had found himself in such a situation. His memory gave no answers. All he could see was a blur of what he believed was a woman in a white dress. Her mature voice danced in his ears.
"If you truly believe you are up to the challenge, then take this. It will enhance every aspect of your physical being and allow you to transcend the achievements of many great sportsman such as yourself." The woman's voice echoed in his thoughts. She seemed to hiss as she talked. It was all he could recall before his head started pounding so he pushed his concerns back for the moment.
The young man rolls back on his side and takes in his situation. Gagged, bound, and blindfolded, There must be an escape. He strains himself to bends his body as best he can. He guides his hands down his jeans, toward the chains. Following the chains, he finds a padlock secured to his right foot. He sighs and lowers his legs. Then, he hears it. A clicking noise not to far off from him. Slowly, he presses his fingers to the ground and begins feeling his path. He turns back on his stomach and gently crawls in the direction of the noise. He uses his hands to keep his body lifted; to avoid cutting his flesh on the concrete. The chains on his feet drag behind him. After only moving a few inches, he pauses. His fingers brush across a small metal key.
(Check Clicking Sound)
The young man runs his hands down his legs, following the chains, and searches the hole in the padlock. He lifts the key towards it and pauses. His wheels were turning. "Why? Why had this been left here? Surly, if you kidnap someone, you don't have the one thing they need to escape just laying around... do you?" The key trembled in his hands. He slowly released the padlock as his muscles relaxed. Even if he used the key, he still had to deal with his bond hands, gag, and blindfold. Maybe he could get the rope or blindfold loose first. At least that way, even if his feet were freed he could at the least see where he was. "Better exhaust all options before I swallow the pill." He takes a deep breath, then...
The young man gently presses they small key down in his pocket and turns back on his stomach. Following the clicking sound, he crawls forward slowly. Inching his way across the room felt like it had taken an hour. He was careful not to cut his skin on the jagged floor. The closer he came to the sound the more he could feel a breeze coming into the room. Once he was close enough to noise, the young man turned on his back and sat. He scoots back using his feet until he feels the chilling concrete press against his back. He can hear it beside him. Whatever was clicking didn't change or stop due to his presence. It was still in rhythm; click, click, click. The young man slowly runs his hands from the floor beside him towards the sound. He can't reach. With the rope restraining him, the young man is forced to scoot closer. Again he reaches. Still nothing. He moves in closer and tries again. Against the wall, on the floor, the young man runs his fingers across a rope pulling back and forth. It is threaded through a hole in the base of the wall. The young man turns towards the rope and sits up on his knees, allowing his fingers to dance up the rope a few inches. To his surprise, he finds the rope threaded through a metal box. Feeling around it reveals another key hole in the back of the box larger than the previous padlock, facing the wall, and a blade extended downward towards the floor. With each drop of the box the blade taps the floor. He can hear a second tap as the box rises. "Maybe there's a second blade near by. Regardless, this is perfect. It could bring me one step closer to an escape." The young man can't image what kind of game he has found himself in. Torn between what could be the safest option or the quickest way out he decides...
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 miniscule 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 get can make another move he hears the clicking of chains. He pauses a moment. The sound of his breaths filled 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.
(Survey The Situation)
The young man takes a deep breath. The gentle breeze from the air conditioning unit brushed strands of his short brown hair across his forehead. He laid still for a long moment, trying to recollect how he had found himself in such a situation. His memory gave no answers. All he could see was a blur of what he believed was a woman in a white dress. Her mature voice danced in his ears.
"If you truly believe you are up to the challenge, then take this. It will enhance every aspect of your physical being and allow you to transcend the achievements of many great sportsman such as yourself." The woman's voice echoed in his thoughts. She seemed to hiss as she talked. It was all he could recall before his head started pounding so he pushed his concerns back for the moment.
The young man rolls back on his side and takes in his situation. Gagged, bound, and blindfolded, There must be an escape. He strains himself to bends his body as best he can. He guides his hands down his jeans, toward the chains. Following the chains, he finds a padlock secured to his right foot. He sighs and lowers his legs. Then, he hears it. A clicking noise not to far off from him. Slowly, he presses his fingers to the ground and begins feeling his path. He turns back on his stomach and gently crawls in the direction of the noise. He uses his hands to keep his body lifted; to avoid cutting his flesh on the concrete. The chains on his feet drag behind him. After only moving a few inches, he pauses. His fingers brush across a small metal key.
(Check Clicking Sound)
The young man runs his hands down his legs, following the chains, and searches the hole in the padlock. He lifts the key towards it and pauses. His wheels were turning. "Why? Why had this been left here? Surly, if you kidnap someone, you don't have the one thing they need to escape just laying around... do you?" The key trembled in his hands. He slowly released the padlock as his muscles relaxed. Even if he used the key, he still had to deal with his bond hands, gag, and blindfold. Maybe he could get the rope or blindfold loose first. At least that way, even if his feet were freed he could at the least see where he was. "Better exhaust all options before I swallow the pill." He takes a deep breath, then...
The young man gently presses they small key down in his pocket and turns back on his stomach. Following the clicking sound, he crawls forward slowly. Inching his way across the room felt like it had taken an hour. He was careful not to cut his skin on the jagged floor. The closer he came to the sound the more he could feel a breeze coming into the room. Once he was close enough to noise, the young man turned on his back and sat. He scoots back using his feet until he feels the chilling concrete press against his back. He can hear it beside him. Whatever was clicking didn't change or stop due to his presence. It was still in rhythm; click, click, click. The young man slowly runs his hands from the floor beside him towards the sound. He can't reach. With the rope restraining him, the young man is forced to scoot closer. Again he reaches. Still nothing. He moves in closer and tries again. Against the wall, on the floor, the young man runs his fingers across a rope pulling back and forth. It is threaded through a hole in the base of the wall. The young man turns towards the rope and sits up on his knees, allowing his fingers to dance up the rope a few inches. To his surprise, he finds the rope threaded through a metal box. Feeling around it reveals another key hole in the back of the box larger than the previous padlock, facing the wall, and a blade extended downward towards the floor. With each drop of the box the blade taps the floor. He can hear a second tap as the box rises. "Maybe there's a second blade near by. Regardless, this is perfect. It could bring me one step closer to an escape." The young man can't image what kind of game he has found himself in. Torn between what could be the safest option or the quickest way out he decides...