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?
Last edited by TastingAshes
on Sat Jul 24, 2010 9:37 pm, edited 2 times in total.