by Wishbone Ash » Thu Jul 24, 2003 3:11 pm
In the east stairwell...
Carissa flung open the door and ran in, Shadrick following close behind. The strange man, however, didn't follow them. Instead, he disappeared from sight. Neither Shadrick nor Carissa had any idea where the stranger had gone. So.. they slammed the door shut. Looking at the door, Shadrick saw a small bolt mechanism so he locked the door shut.
They were now in a dimly lit room. The only source of light was a dirty, flickering bulb on the ceiling that threatened to go out at any time. The small room looked like some sort of parody of an office. In the corner, there were various cleaning supplies such as a mop and a vacuum cleaner. Next to that was a shoddy desk and a foldable chair. On the desk, there were some papers.
The papers were in fact some sort of a diary. The diary read something like this (dated from the earliest to the latest).
"Dear George,
How's it been goin' pal? Sorry I haven't had much of a chance to write lately, the boss has been keepin' me busy keepin' this damn place clean. Lousy bastard's making me work overtime tonight! That guy's got balls, keepin' a man from his woman..! Oh well, I could use the money anyhow. Gotta go!
- Fred"
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"Dear George,
You won't believe what happened last night! I was workin' the late shift and when I was goin' out to the parking lot to get my truck some jackass drunk popped outta the shadows 'n bit me! Took a good bite out of my hand, crazy bastard... the nurse my boss made me see has been givin' me all these shots since then. I hate shots! Ah well, the old bastard's calling for me... until another time.
- Fred"
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"Gorge
I been feeling under the weather lately. Dunno why, but I had a high fever last night. I got this rash where that guy bit me, too... and my head won't stop pounding. Ugh... I can't stand it.
Fr e d"
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"Stuff happening. My arm itchy. Itchy itchy. Dead man walking outside. Me scared... but me itchy. Itchy hungry. Hungry... more hungry than scared. Me go find tasty..."
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