#4
. . . turns on the flashlight to confront the approaching person.
With his heart pounding, the man holds the flashlight out in front of him and turns it on. The beam of light cuts through the darkness--but only a short distance--exposing the emptiness and rock-like floor. He instantly notices something doesn't feel quite...normal about it. The footsteps come to a sudden stop. No one stands before the man. He spins around, pointing the light in different directions. It is the same, no matter where he looks: quiet and empty.
"W-who is there? I'm not afraid," the man cries out.
Another minute of silence, and then an unknown voice responds, "Please don't...hurt me... I just wanna know what's happening!" A young woman, visibly frightened, appears before the man. He notices right away that she, too, is covered in blood. They stare at each other, full of fear and confusion. The man tells her that he is just as afraid and offers her his hand. She hesitates for a moment but slowly steps forward and grabs his hand.
"I won't hurt you. I promise," he says. "Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt?"
"No... I was with someone, but he was killed... I just kept running until I saw your flashli--" The woman cuts herself off and backs away, her eyes wide with terror.
"It wasn't me! Please...you have to believe me. I don't know what's going on either... I stumbled across someone who was killed, too. I took this stuff from him... This is his blood! I don't know who did it!" He tries desperately to explain everything to her, but he hardly understands it himself. She watches him carefully and eventually comes close again.
"I'm really scared. I don't remember anything...or how I even got here. Who I am...nothing," she says. The man puts his arm around her, in an attempt to comfort her. Her whole body twitches in response to his touch, but she quickly relaxes. Finding solace in no longer being alone, they tightly embrace each other.
After they both calm down, his mind begins racing with a fresh sense of hope. He notices she is carrying a bag much like the one he found. The woman is observing him, as well, and makes the same connection. However, he realizes it may not be safe to remain standing still for too long, especially with so much attention on them right now. Before asking anymore questions, the man . . .
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A) Tells her about the dripping he heard and suggests finding the source.
B) Suggests searching for any sort of shelter.
C) Betrays her trust, steals her bag and remains on his own.
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[SPOILER=Author's comments]
Her inventory probably needs refining. lol Just wanted something rough to have up.
Can it be active progression time now? Been thinking about it way too much during work. Not good when millions of ideas start swirling around.
Though I do have a rough idea of what to aim for now with the three endings.
Five again, by the way.
. . . turns on the flashlight to confront the approaching person.
With his heart pounding, the man holds the flashlight out in front of him and turns it on. The beam of light cuts through the darkness--but only a short distance--exposing the emptiness and rock-like floor. He instantly notices something doesn't feel quite...normal about it. The footsteps come to a sudden stop. No one stands before the man. He spins around, pointing the light in different directions. It is the same, no matter where he looks: quiet and empty.
"W-who is there? I'm not afraid," the man cries out.
Another minute of silence, and then an unknown voice responds, "Please don't...hurt me... I just wanna know what's happening!" A young woman, visibly frightened, appears before the man. He notices right away that she, too, is covered in blood. They stare at each other, full of fear and confusion. The man tells her that he is just as afraid and offers her his hand. She hesitates for a moment but slowly steps forward and grabs his hand.
"I won't hurt you. I promise," he says. "Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt?"
"No... I was with someone, but he was killed... I just kept running until I saw your flashli--" The woman cuts herself off and backs away, her eyes wide with terror.
"It wasn't me! Please...you have to believe me. I don't know what's going on either... I stumbled across someone who was killed, too. I took this stuff from him... This is his blood! I don't know who did it!" He tries desperately to explain everything to her, but he hardly understands it himself. She watches him carefully and eventually comes close again.
"I'm really scared. I don't remember anything...or how I even got here. Who I am...nothing," she says. The man puts his arm around her, in an attempt to comfort her. Her whole body twitches in response to his touch, but she quickly relaxes. Finding solace in no longer being alone, they tightly embrace each other.
After they both calm down, his mind begins racing with a fresh sense of hope. He notices she is carrying a bag much like the one he found. The woman is observing him, as well, and makes the same connection. However, he realizes it may not be safe to remain standing still for too long, especially with so much attention on them right now. Before asking anymore questions, the man . . .
---
A) Tells her about the dripping he heard and suggests finding the source.
B) Suggests searching for any sort of shelter.
C) Betrays her trust, steals her bag and remains on his own.
---
INVENTORY
[SPOILER=Author's comments]
Her inventory probably needs refining. lol Just wanted something rough to have up.
Can it be active progression time now? Been thinking about it way too much during work. Not good when millions of ideas start swirling around.
Though I do have a rough idea of what to aim for now with the three endings.
Five again, by the way.