The mangled remains of our friend Keith Hansen laid before us. "Oh my God!"
said David. A video camera was in Keith's hand. Tim jerked it out and began
watching it.
Keith had been here on special orders to place a nuke in the direct center
of this area. When he arrived he was incredibly outnumbered. He fought for
his life valiantly with nothing but a handgun and a Bowie Hunting Knife.
Before moving on we took a shovel of the outside wall of the building and
buried the remains of Keith. We said our prayers and moved on.
This place was very different from the mansion area: for one it was a lot smaller and built a bit like a big apartment building. In one room the sickening smell of death filled our nostrils. A guillotine in the corner of the room had a beheaded human behind it with the head near by on the floor. In the second corner a man appeared to have hung himself. In another corner was a bathtub that someone had drowned himself or herself in. In the final corner a dead body with a small bottle of poison in hand. Upon closer inspection it was on top of another body that had slit his wrists. A note was lying in the middle of the room it read: Welcome, this is the "Suicide Room." By the time this not is read all five of us will be dead. We can't take this torture anymore and the insane leader, Arin, is trying to kill us for his own purposes. We all apologize to our families, friends, and colleagues for being involved in this project. Good-bye and may you have better luck than us.
"Wow," Kala said awestruck, "they were desperate enough to kill themselves to get out of this horror." We all knew we couldn't stay here any longer. The feeling of sadness was overwhelming. We entered room 006 and didn't find ourselves any better off. Countless torture devices filled the room another guillotine, a complete gallows and a table that seemed to be full of every known poison to mankind. "This can't be real," Kevin said, "no one could be this cruel." Even though what Kevin said made sense it was obvious that people were tortured for their bodies. "These zombie creatures must be the product of this torturing," said Amanda shortly. I began examining the poisons on the table. I suddenly gasped as I read the label. "Guys! Come look at this!"
This place was very different from the mansion area: for one it was a lot smaller and built a bit like a big apartment building. In one room the sickening smell of death filled our nostrils. A guillotine in the corner of the room had a beheaded human behind it with the head near by on the floor. In the second corner a man appeared to have hung himself. In another corner was a bathtub that someone had drowned himself or herself in. In the final corner a dead body with a small bottle of poison in hand. Upon closer inspection it was on top of another body that had slit his wrists. A note was lying in the middle of the room it read: Welcome, this is the "Suicide Room." By the time this not is read all five of us will be dead. We can't take this torture anymore and the insane leader, Arin, is trying to kill us for his own purposes. We all apologize to our families, friends, and colleagues for being involved in this project. Good-bye and may you have better luck than us.
"Wow," Kala said awestruck, "they were desperate enough to kill themselves to get out of this horror." We all knew we couldn't stay here any longer. The feeling of sadness was overwhelming. We entered room 006 and didn't find ourselves any better off. Countless torture devices filled the room another guillotine, a complete gallows and a table that seemed to be full of every known poison to mankind. "This can't be real," Kevin said, "no one could be this cruel." Even though what Kevin said made sense it was obvious that people were tortured for their bodies. "These zombie creatures must be the product of this torturing," said Amanda shortly. I began examining the poisons on the table. I suddenly gasped as I read the label. "Guys! Come look at this!"