Hello, this is my first story and I'd like to keep this brief. I have an idea already webbed together about what is going to happen in this. I am nowhere near finished as I plan to write on this story for a year or so. It doesn't seem like it is from the looks of this chapter, but yes it is about bioshock. There are some disturbing ideas I have for this that I am not sure if I'm aloud to use; this is a horror story.
As I slowly ascend the mesa, I can't help but notice how hot it has gotten out here in the past few hours since the sun has risen. I was unlucky enough to be on the side of this horrible mountain that has no tree cover.
The date was October 15th 1994. I am on a mesa, in northern New mexico. My name is Billy. I have curly-ish long dark brown hair and green eyes. I am 19 years old. I used to be 5'10" a few months back, but an uncommonly late growth spurt this past summer has landed me at an awkward height well above 6 feet. I am not even exactly sure how tall I am at this point, but I can see over my father's head now and he is 6'2". My knees are still killing me from the growth; even more so as I stomp clumsily down the mountainside. I have come to this place in search of what some call a legend, a joke, or a terrifying reality. Since I was young, I have been fascinated with the unkown. Otherwordly things.
I can't stand not knowing things. An incredibly powerful curiosity runs most of my thoughts. A rumor spread and one thing lead to another, so there I was. New Mexico. The sun is beating down hotter and harder than ever. It was around 30 this morning, so I put on a sweater. It's an old fasioned reindeer sweater, the only one I brought. Biggest mistake ever. The temperature must have jumped a good 60 degrees. I'm sweating like crazy. Right now I am just surveying the mesa, getting a feel for where I could go.
Legend has it that there is a base under here. According to rumors, the place is host to genetic experimentation, tears in reality, time travel, and aliens if you could belive that. I'm not supposed to be up here for obvious reasons. Not only am I on a mountain that supposedly holds all of the united states confidentual experiments, I'm also on private property. The entire counrty side near the town at the base of the mountain is owned by the apache indians. If I was seen up here by anyone, I have no idea how bad the consequences would be.
My options are get taken underground and never see the light of day again, or be scalped by natives. Great. The only "lead" I have is to look for ventilation shafts on the side of the mountain. If I find them there is absolutely no way I am going to do anything with them. I left my disposable camera at the hotel back in town. My truck is parked about a half mile away next to a farm. All I want to do is simply see the vents. If I could do that, I'll know. This is not a mission to prove anything to anyone but myself. I'm certainly not going down there.
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I kept on searching for a few hours. No vents. I went back to my truck and got my lunch. Sitting in the back and eating was quite peaceful. Nothing seemed out of place. The drive out here was incredibly tedious and boring. 17 damn hours. My girlfriend... or um, ex girlfriend, lives closer to here than I do. On the way down I was thinking of stopping in to see her but I decided against it. She doesn't want anything to do with me now days. As I sit here in the bed of my truck looking up at the mesa, I feel absolutely alone for the first time in my entire life.