Archive for November, 2020

29 comics.
Nov 18th, 2020
>> Let’s try the phone…maybe he’ll answer his cell? Or the home phone.. C: “Guess nobody paid the phone bill." There’s no dial tone at all. Dead? Great, of course the first line you find is dead. Guess you won’t be making that one phone call after all.
Nov 18th, 2020
>> Write a note back, just in case he's around and you miss each other while exploring. C: huh? What’s that? You scribble a quick note on the next page… just in case. If he happens to see it at least he’ll know you’re here. As you’re writing, you become aware of a scratching sound from the hallway.
Nov 19th, 2020
>> An animal probably got in, happens a lot in places like this. Still..maybe check it out. C: Haha... don't like that!... what the hell even is it? Well… it is indeed some kind of animal…. Maybe…. You stride out the door to check it out- but duck back behind the edge of it once you see the thing scratching and sniffing down the hallway. Your light shines on some thing that’s vaguely shaped like a dog, but grotesque and twisted, hairiness and glistening as if slick with something; its head-- if that tumorous thing is its head-- bulges and throbs.  It must be some kind of mangy and diseased animal, that’s what your logic tells you, at least, but you stare in horror, unable to shake the feeling that you’re looking at some kind of monster. It trails blood as it moves, shuffling and licking at the floor. As your light lands on it, it stops, and orients toward you.
Nov 20th, 2020
>>Shut the door, shut the door, shut the door and shut the freakin door! C: “What the hell kind of rabies do they have around here?!" You slam the door behind you and put your weight heavily on it. You can hear the creature shuffling and scratching its way toward you as you try to figure out what the hell to do. That thing does NOT look like man’s best friend.
Nov 23rd, 2020
>> Get the revolver ready in case that thing breaks into the room. C: "No way. Stand down, soldier...you can't open fire in a civilian sector." Your hand twitches by a familiar weight in your pocket, but you can't bring yourself to draw. Even with that thing out there, it's not worth the risk. Whatever that thing is, you’ll just have to find some other way to deal with it.
Nov 23rd, 2020
>> Lock, deadbolt, and/or barricade the door. Look for another exit out of the room. For now, you shift the heavy boxes in the corner of the room beside the door, over so that they block it. You have no idea how strong the creature might be, or if it can even open doors at all, but you’re sure as hell not taking any chances. Shifting the boxes reveals a grate behind where they had stood, but you don’t see any other exit, unless perhaps there’s a door in the deep shadows by the edge of the lockers, but you were pretty certain when you were by the desk that it was only old office equipment. >>_
Nov 24th, 2020
>>Investigate the grating. You kneel down and shine your flashlight on the grate. It's hard to see beyond the narrow slats, but it looks as though there is a large duct of some kind behind it. You don’t feel any heat coming out of it currently, if it is for heating at all. Given its size, you could probably fit inside of it without too much trouble, if you could get the cover off, and were of a mind to do so. Ordinarily you’d need a screwdriver for something like that, but it looks like all the screws holding the panel on are already gone; in fact, you notice one screw on the floor in the dust. You guess the building manager must be sleeping on the job. Or maybe he has other things to worry about...
Nov 25th, 2020
>> Grab the loose screw why not and then go all Bruce Willis in the Die Hard vent scene. C: "Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs..." You dig your nails into the grooves around the grate panel and pull it free, starting to crawl through it on your hands and knees, your flashlight beam reflecting around the metal interior. The situation reminds you distinctly of a certain holiday classic. At least you haven’t got glass in your feet, and you don’t have a wife to get kidnapped. Things could, technically, be worse. Squeezing your way through the duct, it seems like there’s a fork up ahead, going left and right.
Nov 30th, 2020
>> Go right! C: "Man, OSHA would have a field day with this place. " You’re pretty certain that left is toward that…. Thing… in the hall, isn’t it? In that case, right is the way to go… You scoot your way down through the metal vent, each motion of your hands and knees amplified and banging in your ears, despite your attempt to stay quiet. You come to the end of the shaft, and peer out. Looks like some kind of locker room. Like the rest of the place so far, its seen better days. There’s graffiti on the lockers, and a bench lays overturned.