I know you guys are gonna hate me for this being WAY overdue. But I promise to get back on the schedule that I completely forgot about. And guys, please please PLEASE read the Author Notes. They might have important stuff that, when brought up later, you'll be forced to do some extra research to find out what the hell I'm talking about. Also, I might from now on design it like a TV show with Seasons and Episodes. Example: Season 1 had ten Episodes. Anyways, enjoy!
Season 5
"Dread"
Six Hours Until Dawn
Episode 1
Warren
Unknown Location
1:03
As the snow started to clear, I could make out what seemed to be a large, abandoned complex. I squinted and held the lantern a foot in front of me. I prayed that it would help me see through this heavy snowfall. There was a blurry figure walking towards a wall with a gate that I assumed must be the entrance to some courtyard. I made my way to the wall and started to scale it as the snow started to settle. I heard strange noises coming from the front door of the building.
This murderous motherfucker had pet… what? I could only compare them to a bear-crocodile hybrid. Or a crocodile built like a bear. I put the lantern on the wall and ducked down when the man looked in my direction. I heard the doors open and when I peeked over, they were gone, and the doors shut right afterwards. "Jesus Christ… the fuck have I gotten myself into?" I said to myself as I climbed over, lamp in hand. I went up to the door, and I kept myself from even trying to open it. I know a bear-crocodile would've jumped at me and ripped my throat out.
But I took that risk, and opened the door. There was no one there, so I walked right in. There was this huge open room that could be related to a chapel I'm terms or architecture. Except for the fact that it was in ruins. There was a door on the other side of the room illuminated by a lamp. As I got closer, a green sign could be made out above the door. The sign said 'chapel'. Speak of the devil. I looked through a slot in the double doors, and I kind of wished I didn't.
Those weird creatures were with their master, who was giving them bones. Now, with a closer look than before, they definitely are some hybrid. It was indistinguishable from a crocodile or an alligator in terms of the upper body, but it's legs were built like a grizzly. One of them snapped their bone in half with their jaws. The other climbed atop a table, and the way it leaped up could only be related to a cat. It came down, and landed on two feet, unlike how it went up. What sin did I commit to have to face with a bear-crocodile-leopard hybrid?
I sighed in relief as the mysterious man and his pets left the chapel through another door. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. So don't lock the front door, but lock the chapel door. Because why not? I saw some sort of slot above the handle. "Guess I need a keycard." I said to myself, completely forgetting the fact that there are monsters in this building. I went back into the main room that led into the other sections of this place. The only unblocked entrance other than the chapel and the front door was the one to the administration. There was a plaque next to the doorway.
The Mt. Jefferson Sanatorium
Opened 1922
"Mens Sana in Corpore Sano"
I have no idea what that Latin phrase means, and I might never know. I went through the doorway, and the place looked like someone had been looking for something and tore the entire room up looking for it. There was another door with a yellow sign next to it that said 'morgue'. And it was the only door in there. Fuck me right in the asshole. There was a yellow line on the other side that must've led to the morgue itself, and growls came from where the yellow line went. Nope, fuck that shit. I went straight forward, bypassing the growls.
As I entered the first room on the right, the first thing that caught my eye was some newspapers on a desk. I picked one of them up, and I read the headline.
REPORTER ATTACKED ON MT. JEFFERSON!
I know it's the press, but come on. I left the paper and the room, took a deep breath, and followed the yellow line. I'm praying to God that this is just a low-key Freedom Trail like the one in Boston. I walked down the dark hallway and I was blessed to see another room. The longer I can stay away from those creatures, the better. There was an intact sheet of paper on the desk, and I inspected it to find they were some medical notes to the head doctor, or whatever they're called.
I kept on following the 'Freedom Trail' down a set of stairs that was followed by more growls. The main hallway was blocked by a bunch of chairs and tables stacked atop of each other. This was a dead end. Or so I thought, as there was a cracked open door. I pulled it open, and there was a machete on a table. It was almost completely covered in dry blood. I pried the weapon from the table. "Hell yeah!" I loudly whispered while putting it in my pocket, which tore through it turning it into a makeshift holster.
I kept on following the line, and I came up to a corridor when a shadow of a creature went by the door. This building is fucked, I'm fucked, Kate's fucked, this mountain's fucked, this economy's fucked. I went ahead and followed the shadow, and turned the corner to see nothing was there. No creature, no murderer, just a skeleton that's used in science class. Only this one looked like it's owner donated his or her body to science. I held up my lantern to look ahead and make sure no crocodiles were hiding.
"Oh what the actual fuck?!" I muttered as I sharply turned the corner of the hallway to be greeted, down the hall, with a decayed hand pivoting back and forth. As I got closer, I could tell this had to be left alone. "Is this what he was feeding those things?" I asked myself as I put the lantern down and reached out to the tag on the wrist. That was the biggest and stupidest mistake I've ever made in my entire life. A bear trap activated under the arm.
I screamed in pain as my pinkie and ring finger were caught in the blades. I looked down the hallway I had just come from and saw a silhouette of a creature walking like a bear towards me. It was growling a way that could not be heard from any other animal. I stared at my trapped fingers, and remembered the machete. I grabbed the weapon and held it tightly, not knowing what to do. But one thing's for sure: I better do something fast, as footsteps can be heard coming closer and closer down the hall. The growls are getting louder.
VERY Important Decision
Amputate Fingers
OR
Attempt to Open Bear Trap
5 Votes Required!