Chapter 1

131 comics.
Nov 10th, 2020
>> Listen against the door for anyone or thing the could be on the otherside. C: "Sounds...active at least. Dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing..." You gently press your ear against the cold metal door and give a listen. In the silence of the misty alleyway, you can hear sounds drifting out from what lies beyond. There’s a low hum, and a metal grinding noise far off, cut through by a rhythmic plink...plink...plink.... You think it sounds like a workshop, or an assembly line from out here. Maybe you can ask someone inside for a little help figuring all this out.
Nov 10th, 2020
>> Draw your revolver before you enter. Who knows what lurks on the other side. C: "No..no that... that kinda insurance never pays off in the end." The thought makes you feel slightly sick as it comes to you. Your fingers tense over your pocket, where you can feel it's weight tugging the lining of your jacket. Besides you're not sure the foreman would appreciate some unkempt amnesiac bursting into the place with a gun that ain't even yours.
Nov 10th, 2020
>> Announce yourself, no need to take anyone or anything by surprise. C: "Hey! Anyone there? I'm not looking for trouble; I need some help!" Once more into the breach…. You push the door open, and take a look around.  It definitely seems to be some kind of industrial complex, but its seen better days for sure. There’s rust on the walls, and a puddle collecting on the ground nearby. Still, it must be manned and active, because you hear the humming, grinding and small metallic sounds become louder as you step into the mouth of the dark hallway.  You call out, in case there’s anyone nearby, but no one answers.
Nov 11th, 2020
>> Well this…bodes. push on and check the first recess With the ominous feeling in your chest growing by the moment, you press on, into the darkened hall. You turn to peer into the nearest recess and find a short hallway, leading to a doorway. There is a pale light emanating from the other side of the door, and it seems to be slightly ajar.
Nov 13th, 2020
>> Look through the door's window. if it's clear, open it. You peer through the barred window of the door. Inside is a ramshackle little room. At first you think it might be some kind of storage area, but then you realize that it must be an office. A really… really messy office. There are boxes stacked everywhere. More importantly, the light is coming from a flashlight on the desk, and there’s a telephone sitting next to it.
Nov 13th, 2020
C: “Guess the janitor's had the night off....for a while....heh…” You step into the office with a strangely uneasy feeling.
Nov 16th, 2020
>> Take the flashlight. You'll likely need it. C: “Hopefully nobody minds me holding onto it for now." You grab the flashlight off the desk. Nice. It's got a clip and everything. That'll keep it secure... You don't like taking other people's belongings, but its hard to say no to a flashlight when you're wandering around a dark building. As you're grabbing the light, something else on the desk catches your eye.
Nov 16th, 2020
C: “Hold on…. That can’t be Sully’s writing?” It's some kind of log book. However, where you would expect to see columns of figures and itemized lists, someone seems to have scrawled a hasty message. Something is familiar about the scribbled writing. >> _
Nov 17th, 2020
>>Read it. It’s weird, but if it’s really your brothers writing it could be important. You lean in and read what’s written on the page. Note: “Damn it, how long have I been wandering around this place? Feels like hours, and I haven’t seen a damned person this whole time. Just shadows…. Been hearing things too, and I don’t like that.Last thing I remember is the night of the wedding. So how the hell did I get here? Guess I really could have gotten that drunk. If there’s anybody out there I sure as hell could use a friend right now.” Sully
Nov 17th, 2020
C: "...Well whatever happened, we're both here. I'll find you, Sully. Don't worry." Shit...looks like he's in about as bad shape as you are...what the hell happened that night?