Day 1:
I woke up and found this journal. I don't know where I am, or who brought me here. In fact, I don't know much of anything. The only clue I have is what was already written in this journal by a 'Doctor Winsel'. All of his notes talk of a road that lead out of what he called "these God forsaken dark woods". he also mentioned a key, saying "If the woods don't kill me, I must get to door number 21, this is how I will get to the road.". The more I look around, the more I notice that this place is almost like a hideout. From what I don't know. The notes say that there is a generator in a little shed outside that "must be turned on, less the monsters get you." There is also supplies to board up windows and doors.
I don't know anything. Not my name, where I am from, or how I got here. But I know that I will get out.
What I wrote is true. I don't know any thing. I remember nothing, not even my name. The more I look around my surroundings the more I see that my guess that wherever I am is, in fact, a hide out. The doors are barricaded, along with the windows. the lights are off and only thin slivers of sunlight shine through the boards. particles of dust can be seen in the air. The floor of this place is rotted and covered with black roots.
I stand up from where I sat on the floor and dusted myself off. " Lets figure out where we are." I say as I pull some of the boards off the door and open it. I squint when the sunlight hits my eyes. After they adjusted to the light I found myself looking at what seemed to be a grey path leading into woods, the treeline only a few steps away from where I stood in either direction. The trees where the same black as the roots in the house. I looked up into the tangled branches in search for signs of animal life but all I saw was the leaves, as few as they where, rustle in the small breeze that carried the smell of rot with it.
The grass was matted and shriveled up. The only thing that seemed alive was the trees and myself. I turned around to look at the hide out I came out of. It was rotted, and has been for some time by the looks of it. The trees have begun to take it over, the whole back wall of the house was gone. The only thing standing was the front room.
"So this is where I woke up at, huh? " I touched my hand to the wall of the house and felt the roughness of the wood beneath it. I sighed and watched the sun go down. I opened the journal and read the notes about the generator again before making my way to the shed.
The door to the shed was boarded up tight. I tried to pull them off before giving up and looking around the shed to see if I could find some thing to help me pull them off. "Nothing" I sighed again and started to look for a new entrance into the shed. i found a small hole in the side of the building and tried to squeeze into it, just barely being able to fit.
Inside the shed it was dark with just the last little bit of sun light coming in through the one window. The generator sat in the corner farthest from the door, next to it was a gas tank and on the gas tank was a funnel, both was bleached of their colors. I walked over to it and opened the lid to the gas for both the tank and the generator and lined up the funnel to pour in the gas. the smell of the gas quickly filled the shed as i poured it till the generator was full, leaving the tank empty.
After struggling with the pull rope starter it revved to life and the light in the shed turned on. I crawled out of the window and made my way back into the house. The lit up house was a welcoming sight, I could now see that there was a work bench in the room with me. On it was some tools and what to me looked like bear traps. There were two lamps, one in the two corners opposite of each other.
There was also some boards and nails on the workbench. I looked at the windows and the door, grabbed the boards and nails along with a hammer, and began to barricade the room. The traps where set up next to the entrances, they looked like they would break upon being set off so they are probably a one time use, but I think that they would help. I stood in the middle of the room and looked at my work, not the best, but not the worst. Now all that is left is to wait and see if it holds up to some of these so-called "monsters."