Trap
The sky-high, black, rusty iron gates welcomed them to hell and the team entered the colony with bravado. The black clouds over their heads seemed glaring at them. They never knew that the realistic settings of any gale could generate such a threat too. It appeared as if the clouds were alive. They wanted to prevent the players from going forward, however, something restrained them.
"I should not look above." Clark was very excited earlier, however, seeing the dread of the black clouds, fear started to creep up his spine. He held his sharp blade ready to tear apart the imaginary ogres.
As soon as they entered the gate locked behind them with a deafening sound. This was a clear indication that they could not leave this colony without clearing it or accepting death as their inevitable fate.
"Do they need to make it this dramatic?" Albert commented with a tight smile.
