I sat there for a while. It hurt. Not as bad as a gunshot or the multiple amounts of torture that I have experienced but I couldn't move. After about ten minutes I finally decided to get up. Slowly and painfully I roll over onto my stomach and push myself up. When I was finally standing, I bent down towards the ground to pick up my rifle. It wasn't there. So I looked up and I saw it. It seemed as if it were at the top of the tree. So I began to climb. Well I tried anyway. On the way down I snapped off the branch that helped me up to begin with. Looking for something around me that could help m into the tree, I found a shed.
It was an old shed behind the cover of a few trees. Vines were growing on it and there was moss everywhere. Behind the shed there was a small creek that ran alongside the road. The door was on the side opposite the creek. It was a large old looking run down barn door. As I went to open the door, it wouldn't budge. It seemed to be boarded up from the inside. I walked around the shed looking for a sort of hole. After not finding any other opening, I walked back around to the door. Thats when I noticed that the door was rotted on one side. I walked over to that side and started kicking the door. But I didn't kick it for long. My legs from the fall were weak and it hurt too much to bust through the door. So I looked around for a large sturdy stick or branch.
After about five minutes looking for one, I finally found something suitable for the job. I went to work on the door. The door started to splinter almost immediately. After hitting the door close to one hundred times, It finally gave way with a hole large enough to crawl through. The door was thicker than it seemed but once I went through, I was a bit disappointed. It looked like just a normal broken down shed with nothing of consequence in it. It was nearly empty but the place made me a bit suspicious.
The outside walls were about a foot and a half thick and it was a lot smaller on the inside than it seemed. There were a lot of bookshelves with few books. There was only one tool on the tool rack and it is just a hammer held up by a few nails. There was also a small hatchet stuck into a log close to a bookshelf. It all seemed a bit strange so I went to pick up the hatchet. I couldn't pick it up so I went to shimmy it out. I pulled it in one direction when I heard something clicked.
It was a strange sound like a switch. I pulled a bit more and the bookshelf swung inward with a strange hissing sound. It was a lot brighter in there than the rest of the shed so it took a while for my eyes to adjust. There were stairs going down towards the direction opposite the door. I began to walk down the stairwell. The stairs turned around in a large square for what seemed like miles. It took a long time to get down but when I got to the bottom, it was well worth the walk.