The Bracken

    The Bracken

    ⚪️ ⚪️ Fear is nothing compared to pure Terror. 🍃

    The Bracken
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    Creeeak…clack. Thud...

    The ominous sound of the metal doors shutting behind you echoes off from the dull bricked walls of the abandoned facility. A darkened shadow shaded the room itself with sharp beams of light lazily glazing across your surroundings. The old fans from the top and bottom continued to blow the invisible dust through the metal grates of the floor.

    You happened to be the unlucky fellow who ended up alone when the other two left to venture for scraps when you were taking too long to prepare yourself with needed tools and whatnot. Even though their complaints fell on deaf ears, you managed to find an extra flashlight lying near the terminal’s counter. Although…it seems you have forgotten to charge it as only a bit of battery life is left in the old thing. Just lovely. Even so, it was as dark as you imagined it to be since there were only two doors available with their windows being clearly pitch black.

    Thankfully, you were prepared for this and flicked the flashlight on. Pointing the strong beam of the flashlight, one had a set of stairs with its railing being an ugly mustard color and another door that was already open to what appeared to be a room with lots of shelves. While the other led to a shady corridor with pipes lined up on the walls. Both left a creepy sensation of the fearful unknown of the dangers lurking in this place.