Okay, so I know it's been a while since I last put a chapter up for this story (scratch that, ALL of my stories), so I'm going to try to make it up to you guys reading (if anyone is. No one seems to like to comment on any of my stories…)

Also, I want to apologize for any weird grammar mistakes, considering the fact I'm only typing with one hand since the other is in a cast (I broke my pinky finger pretty bad, so they put my pinky, ring, and middle finger all in the inside part of the cast.).

Bioshock does not belong to me, it belongs to the creators of Bioshock.

P.S. Is it considered pathetic if I have to look up Bioshock gameplay on YouTube since it's been a little while since I last played and I can't play now?

Okay, to the story now. Enjoy my one-handed typing! :)

Fuck my life.

That's what my first thought was when I overlooked the area of the plane wreck. I took a deep sigh. Sulking and pouting about this isn't going to help solve this. Better go inside before I catch hypothermia. That would be bad.

I twisted on my water-logged heel and turned to the extra tall wooden double doors. Creepy enough, the left door was open. Enough for me to walk through without opening the door any further than it is.

To go in or not to go in? that is the question.

Well, actually, the better question would be whether or not to wait out here and wait for everyone's own version of Casper the friendly ghost and greet me, saying they'll guide me every step of the way towards happiness in life…or…

To go inside the creepy warehouse where some abandoned druggy may be waiting for the next crack head that was supposed to meet him here with his suitcases full of some Mary Jane and syringes to mainline liquid stupidity.

Yeah, I think the druggy is the one more likely to actually be real. I mean, who knows? It could be one of those nice druggies that lets me try my first joint free and sell the rest half-off.

That'd be nice.

Or…it could be a hermit who just needs some cats to keep him company every once in a while, but instead has baby sharks trapped in tanks and he's teaching them how to be vegetarian sharks so he can swim with them some day or another.

I walked inside.

Really. Fucking. Dark. The only light was that of the moon streaming in from the doorway I just passed.

And guess what? Shit just gets better. Like every horror movie, when you walk into the dark house/building, the door shuts behind you, scaring the absolute fuck out of anyone (except steroid using jocks). Then the lights all of a sudden just flick on, burning your eyes as if you were up close to the sun and having a staring contest with it.

But guess what? The sun wins. Always. Unless you're Chuck Norris.

The lights were on now and after about a minute of rubbing my eyes and another five for trying to readjust my contact lenses since I moved them rubbing my eyes, I took a look around.

There was a giant bust of a man, leaning out toward the doors like those mermaid carvings on pirate ships. Across his "chest" was a giant royal red banner in gold lining and letters, reading "No gods or kings. Only man." Below the banner was an empty pit. There was a little stand, with a plaque on it, like the kind you'd find at a zoo, describing the animal in the cage in front of you.

This one read "In what country is there a place for people like me? – Andrew Ryan"

By the sounds of it…umm…nowhere? Maybe?

I walked around the pit, my soaked shoes squelching with every step on the concrete floor. There was a double way corridor, so that if you either went to the left or the right of the circular pit, there would be an archway to the same way. That way was a small flight of steps, making me turn at an angle and go down another small flight. Which is what I did.

And what I came upon was something weird. It looked like a giant metal ball, except that it had an archway that led to a cozy room, which, situated at the back, but in the middle, was a big lever. Something in my head told me to go inside and pull it.

So, with my present from my brother, my iPod, the clothes on my back, and the little courage I had left in me from this creepy ass place most other people would call a light house, I did it.

I pulled the switch.