Interactive Story, Game 2Game 2 Outline| Interactive Story, Game 2 |
Game 2 Outline |
"Jack." a voice whispers. You roll over, trying to go back to sleep. "Jack," the voice comes again, and this time something pokes you in the side, "wake up. They're out again." You open your eyes hesitantly. Its still dark, stars speckle the sky light shattered glass. Over you stands a familiar figure. Suddenly it all comes back, and you are again filled with fear. The people . . . they had been torn to pieces and their parts hung from the trees like ghastly ornaments. How they had swung as the wind blew . . . On the base of the tree beneath the corpses, the bark was stripped bare, and ten vertical slash marks could clearly be seen, as if someone had drawn their fingers down and cut deep runnels.
"Yea, I'm awake," you reply. "Good," mutters your best friend, "because its happening all over again." And then you hear it. Slicing through the night; low, sinister. Inhuman laughter. They had found the bodies the first day, but had gotten lost trying to escape the woods. They heard the crashing in the bushes that night. Unable to find a way out the second day (it was so weird. It was like even the compass had turned against them!) they had been forced to spend a second night in the woods. "Where is the flashlight?," your friend asks. "I've got it right here." "Good." "And the axe?" you ask. He lifts something long with dully gleaming head up where you can see it. You nod and reach inside your jacket to feel the handle of your utility knife, ridiculously reassured by its presence, as if it would be any help at all against what was out there.
Out in the night, once again, the trees begin to shake. The sound is much closer then last night . . . You peer around, searching the trees desperately, trying to see something that you know in your soul you do not want to see. . .
"God help us", you think.
Written by Kilroy