ROTTING EARTH {cyoa}

[TastingAshes]

A choking scream shocks you awake. Your eyes feel gummed up and don't want to open right away either. Listening closely and with your heart racing, you take mental stock of your condition...
You hurt all over and dimly realize that you're laying face down on a hard, flat surface. The hand you slide across the floor to your face comes away bloody and looks alien to you.

"What the fuck?" is the first thought that occurs. A dim light is coming from somewhere, only barely enough to see shapes in the darkness.

It's stifling hot in here, where ever "here" is... It's hard to draw a full breath in as well, sharp pain in your left side makes you hitch up and gasp in pain when you try.
Sweat rolls sideways down your face and into your eye, stinging and drawing more cursing.

"Get up...get up fucker...get.." the raspy voice seems distant and harsh, it takes a minute to dawn on you that it is in fact, yours. Something dark and sticky tries to hold your face to the ground when you begin lifting yourself up with a heroic effort.
Looking around doesn't do much to end the confusion, there are rusty and broken metal lockers lining the walls. The room is some kind of industrial setting dress-out area for workers, if the mildewed benches and equally rotted clothing scattered around weren't a dead-giveaway. The huge dripping pipes running low across the ceiling scream "underground" at you.

Looking around while holding a shaky hand over your left ribcage, you search for the source of the light in here. A small electric miner's light sits on a bench not 3 feet away from you, emitting a feeble yellow light as it's battery slowly dies. Dark coagulated blood and other foul substances coat the ground where you were just laying.

You continue to look around but a sudden dizziness brings you lurching down onto the closest bench...

What will you do?

[nasonguy]

Why is this in art? WWYD would be a better place I would think.

As for what I would do, probably B more than A, and A more than C...

[TheCrazyAunt]

Why is this in art? WWYD would be a better place I would think.

As for what I would do, probably B more than A, and A more than C...

Oh, I think it is a Choose Your Own Adventure type story.

[Wastelander]

I vote B (you might want to add a Poll to this for those options)

Why is this in art? WWYD would be a better place I would think.

As for what I would do, probably B more than A, and A more than C...

This is not so much a WWYD topic because it's intended purpose is entertainment, as it is set up as a Choose Your Own Adventure story, as TheCrazyAunt said. We have another one going on here by AZ's very own Schitzo as well

[knight_308]

B

[TEC9man]

B

DITTO!

[Snapshot7.62]

B. Rest up and search the lockers.

[TastingAshes]

The world plays tilt-a-whirl in your blurred vision as you sit down hard on the crusty bench. A First class migraine is seeping in and it's hard to muster up the give-a-fuck to deal with it.
Confusion reigns supreme in your addled brain..

"What the hell is my name?" you mutter ...There's the grating raspy voice again. Sounds as alien as the hand you used to wipe blood off your face looked to you moments ago.
You look stupidly down at your body and see grimy, dark gray canvas coveralls with black steel-toed work-boots on large clumsy-looking feet.

"At least I'm not bleeding to death"

The battery powered miner's lamp continues to die however, bringing a new sense of urgency to not being stuck here in complete darkness.
Trying to ignore muscle cramps, you lurch to your feet determined to search a few lockers and find some clues to what the fuck is going on here. The first two that you open at random yield nothing but moldy clothes which are little more than rags and some sodden papers blurred with blueish ink stains. Third locker (incidentally being the one closest to where you woke up) turns out to be the jackpot.
This one is one of the few full-size lockers you see in here and as the door squeals open on rusty hinges a quick glimpse of a dark figure nearly makes you piss yourself. After a second or two the jolt subsides and embarrassment sets in. You look at your image in the body-mirror hanging on the inside of the door and chuckle at the sorry sight before you.

You stand roughly 6'3 with dark shaggy hair and a good amount of hobo-scruff on your square-jawed face. Deep set eyes stare back at you from a stranger's face, giving a slight air of menace to your broad-shouldered reflection. You spend a few precious moments looking yourself over and memorizing this face and body... Your hands flex and knuckles crack at the lack of any memory of who you really are.

Casting useless thoughts aside, you turn your attention to the locker, you find:
Two sets of matching dark-gray coveralls with the name CONNOR on the right breast pocket.
One set of Keys (14 keys exactly)
Leather bi-fold wallet, empty.
One penlight with a plastic box of batteries (12 AA batteries- Penlight takes 2 AA).
8 stacks of fresh hundred dollar bills with rubber bands around them (Eight Thousand Dollars).
Leather tool belt, well worn but in great condition
Claw hammer, 21 ft copper wiring spool, flat head screw driver, utility knife, 100 large nails
Cellphone w/out a battery
Magnetic card-key; ACCESS CODE 01010011001
Backpack with a thermos of coffee, wrapped lunch and a .45 ACP with two full magazines
A smooth metallic cylinder measuring a foot in length, no markings, empty.
20 oz water bottle, full.

After finding jack and shit in several other lockers (dead rats don't count) hunger gets the better of you and you wolf down half of the food in the backpack...at the last moment deciding to save some for later, just in case.

Shuffling, sliding noises from out past the doorway startle you out of your reverie and you find yourself instantly on your feet, claw hammer in hand. The miner's light naturally chooses now to fade to almost nothing.

What will you do?

[knight_308]

(A) Crouch down in the shadows and wait to see what's making the noise.

[DaJoker]

D, and i second the poll, saves clutter.

[Snapshot7.62]

A. Crouch in the shadows and see what's making the niose.

[nasonguy]

Eh, I see, I totally noobed out on this one, sorry.

I think I'd pick B... Confront the danger.

Also, didn't quite understand, did I find two mags of .45 ACP? Or did I find a gun, complete with two mags of .45 ACP?

[TastingAshes]

Okay, I edited the last part, sorry about the ACP typo
.45 ACP handgun AND two magazines of ammo!

Also, I will be adding the poll option here to save clutter, thanks for the idea

[nasonguy]

Cool cool, definately B then....

[TastingAshes]

Hey I know this is a noob question to ask, but how do I turn this into a poll? I don't see the option down where it usually is. If it's not possible to turn this into a poll. should I cap this thread and start the story over in a new one?

[ZMace]

Don't know, as I haven't set up a poll before (bump and tagged)

[Wastelander]

Edit your original post in this thread and once you are in the full editor you will see Poll Options below the section for editing the post itself

[TastingAshes]

Cool, Thanks Wastelander, doing so now.

[TastingAshes]

{You Chose A}-Crouch down in the shadows and wait

Something is moving around near the doorway, making eerily wet, sloppy noises. As quietly as possible you slip off to the left side of the darkened room and crouch low beside one of the benches, waiting patiently with jangled nerves to see what comes next.

An eternity drags past before the strange noises subside and a sliding, almost shuffling noise slithers into the room to assault your ears.

Something big takes up the doorway for a hair-raising minute, vaguely outlined by the dieing miner's lamp which only radiates a dim, sickly brown/yellow radiance in smaller and smaller quantities.
You can make out a faint guttural noise almost like a fucked up growl coming from the figure standing there in the doorway.

Your knuckles strain from the pressure you are exerting on the claw-hammer and beads of sweat roll feverishly down your back. A horrible rotting smell invades your nose and cause your stomach to curl inwards with sickening cramps. Images of cesspools and body-dumps come unbidden to mind, a small knot of fear creeps down your spine.

What will you do?

[ZMace]

It was really hard to choose between fuck this! and stay quiet.
Bad place to be in, but I can't think of anything better to do than our options.

Maybe roll something across the room and see how it reacts while keeping the pistol at ready?

[knight_308]

I chose "wait" only because the character is disoriented and doesn't know what's going on. Better not to accidentally kill an ally or potential ally.

[TastingAshes]

Need at least one more vote to proceed!

[ZMace]

Well, I can't vote twice! come on people!

[DaJoker]

I chose wait. if the guy was a bit more coherent, I'd say put the rounds into hims but lets roll some shit around the room instead.