The shop was dark and dingy, and Robyn had forgotten to pick up her
flashlight and radio earlier from the Island. But there wasn't much she
could do about that now. The darkness had consumed her once again, and
James and Laura were still in light.
Robyn instantly started searching around through the rotting, moth-eaten products on the moist, rusted-metal shelves. Luckily, she found a handheld flashlight, which she quickly picked up, turned on, and shone around.
Suddenly, a voice called,
"Robyn, help, they've got me!" It was Haley's voice... But it couldn't be, Haley was dead... right? Or was that just an illusion?
Robyn started to creep through the midst of the darkness, and the dampness with the dripping of water from the floor above. Robyn traced the voice to the floor above, and headed for the stairs to take her there. But Haley suddenly became frantic
"Please... No!" she screamed, "No... Stay away from me! Robyn... Robyn!" Then she screamed so high-pitched and blood curdling, that Robyn nearly vomited again. Then there was a slicing sound, and a thud... Silence.
Robyn ran at top speed up the stairs and around the sharp corners, which they took. She ran as if she were running forever, through thick puddles of blood, and bile. The staircase was becoming unreal, twisting and turning so sharply that Robyn sometimes had to squeeze through tiny gaps to access the next set of stairs.
The walls started to crack, and bleed around her. The incredibly disgusting smell of burning reached Robyn's nostrils, and made her turn her nose up horrifically, and urge as if she were about to puke her guts up. But she kept running. She could hear that Haley was alive, and gurgling horribly... Could she make it time to save her?
'Why is this happening to me?' Robyn thought as she leapt around the next corner, 'All this time, my parents lied... And I was all some intricate part of a plot to resurrect a dead god...? How does that figure?'
The noise of Haley's gurgled calls was coming closer, and the blood from the walls was pouring onto the steps like a horrific waterfall reeking of death and disease. Robyn slipped slightly, but avoided putting her hands in the blood. The bottom of her red robes, and her black boots, however, were soaked. Finally, a door appeared at the top of one last set of stairs. Robyn started to take them two at a time, pulled out her handgun and thought to herself,
'I'm ready'
She broke through the door at the top of the stairs, and took in her surroundings. She was in an attic, with a chest, a rocking horse, and a child's chair painted pink. Everything was covered in cobwebs and dust, but Haley was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Sarah stood in the corner of the room, looking exactly the same as Robyn did, with her arms crossed, and a creepy smile on her face.
Robyn instantly started searching around through the rotting, moth-eaten products on the moist, rusted-metal shelves. Luckily, she found a handheld flashlight, which she quickly picked up, turned on, and shone around.
Suddenly, a voice called,
"Robyn, help, they've got me!" It was Haley's voice... But it couldn't be, Haley was dead... right? Or was that just an illusion?
Robyn started to creep through the midst of the darkness, and the dampness with the dripping of water from the floor above. Robyn traced the voice to the floor above, and headed for the stairs to take her there. But Haley suddenly became frantic
"Please... No!" she screamed, "No... Stay away from me! Robyn... Robyn!" Then she screamed so high-pitched and blood curdling, that Robyn nearly vomited again. Then there was a slicing sound, and a thud... Silence.
Robyn ran at top speed up the stairs and around the sharp corners, which they took. She ran as if she were running forever, through thick puddles of blood, and bile. The staircase was becoming unreal, twisting and turning so sharply that Robyn sometimes had to squeeze through tiny gaps to access the next set of stairs.
The walls started to crack, and bleed around her. The incredibly disgusting smell of burning reached Robyn's nostrils, and made her turn her nose up horrifically, and urge as if she were about to puke her guts up. But she kept running. She could hear that Haley was alive, and gurgling horribly... Could she make it time to save her?
'Why is this happening to me?' Robyn thought as she leapt around the next corner, 'All this time, my parents lied... And I was all some intricate part of a plot to resurrect a dead god...? How does that figure?'
The noise of Haley's gurgled calls was coming closer, and the blood from the walls was pouring onto the steps like a horrific waterfall reeking of death and disease. Robyn slipped slightly, but avoided putting her hands in the blood. The bottom of her red robes, and her black boots, however, were soaked. Finally, a door appeared at the top of one last set of stairs. Robyn started to take them two at a time, pulled out her handgun and thought to herself,
'I'm ready'
She broke through the door at the top of the stairs, and took in her surroundings. She was in an attic, with a chest, a rocking horse, and a child's chair painted pink. Everything was covered in cobwebs and dust, but Haley was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Sarah stood in the corner of the room, looking exactly the same as Robyn did, with her arms crossed, and a creepy smile on her face.