This... Was not how the experiment was meant to go... He was meant to lure in a MIMIC to study. A Mimic, Trucidatum Carnis, the creature he was an expert in. And yet he found... Whatever that thing was outside the door... The motion sensors he set up around the house lit up every now and then, indicating it was just... Waiting. Farren sat in the basement bathroom, staring at the shoddy "reinforced" door, a singular plank of wood acting as a barricade, breathing heavily in raw terror. The cameras he set up were set to record with each movement picked up, but the only problem is... He wouldn't be able to see what's happening. It's like setting up a phone camera to record: You don't see what it records until you GET the phone.

Farren gulps quietly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, sitting back as much as he can away from the door. He made a mistake and he knew it. All he has is a single handgun in case of emergency... And that's it. He knows Mimics are durable, but what if it's his last resort? There's a baby monitor hidden in the main bedroom, and he turned it on, which possibly gave him away.

Earlier Farren made the mistake of leaving the basement to try see what had happened, seeing how the movement had stopped for a solid four hours... Only to be met with the creature crawling down the stairs... It had the PERFECT opportunity to strike, but it didn't. It retreated, waiting for him to do something stupid.

Yes, he has the rations to last him 20 days, possibly longer... But... Does he have the sanity? Or the time? OR the security? That door's only made of wood, and could be broken down easily...

Farren's been in that basement for around 5 days now, with day 4 being where he found the creature... Rather, it found HIM. Another 15 days... That's all he needs to last...