Post by Grave Digger on Jun 5, 2012 1:37:29 GMT -6
Man looking out the bus window: Gotta love this weather!
[The bus stops at his destination, as he puts his cowboy hat on and walks into the nearby building, doing his best to ignore the rain. He enters the room and has a package in his hands. He stops to address a man with a USPW STAFF t-shirt on. He takes his hat off, and the man is instantly recognizable from his big frame and long wet hair.]
Mitch: Hello sir.
Staff Member: Can I help you? You’re not supposed to be back here!
Mitch: I know, I know. I just need directions to Labyrinth’s personal locker room.
Staff Member: Labyrinth? Ohh!! I recognize you now! Aren’t you…?
Mitch: Haha, I assure you, I am not anyone. Just a little ol’ business man trying to return this package. It was accidentally delivered to me, but it’s addressed to a man named “Grave Digger”. Where can I find him?
Staff Member: *Blank stare* He’s, umm… Down the hall, downstairs, by the boiler room, I think.
Mitch: Thank you, sir!
[Mitch follows the directions, and down a dimly lit corridor. Sure enough, the big, cold, steel door read “LABRYINTH” in big bold letters. Mitch was in the right place, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of being here before. He knocks.]
Mitch: Hello? Cyanide? Crysis? Grave Digger? Are you guys in there?
[Mitch shivers as a chill runs down his spine. He looks out the nearby window and watches it rain hard, as he awaits an answer. One lonesome Oak tree stood by the arena swaying in the wind and as the wind swept by the tree whispered to the air and its surroundings. Owls occasionally fluttered by overhead, their silhouettes passing over the grass. The air was cold and numb and with every breath Mitch drew a misty, chilly exhale followed.]
Mitch: Maybe I’ll come back?
[But just then the door creeks open, and a sinister, almost inhuman laugh can be heard from inside the locker room. Mitch approaches the door, and creeps in as the scene fades to black.]
