George continued to daydream about canned food until he suddenly felt his nose scrunch up in pain as it made contact with something. Seemingly unfazed by the blood, he backed away. As he backed away, he saw the words DED ED. "Huh, odd name." He put his hand up to the lettering. He couldn't figure out exactly what substance the letters were made of. He did know. Whatever it was, it was fresh.
His thoughts were interrupted by the low metallic clank as it rang from the other side. George raised his fists defensively, as if on instinct. He wasn't sure exactly what he would find beyond the door, but he hoped that whatever it was had food. His stomach let out a hearty grumble at the thought.
Dust clouds filled the air as the door scraped across the ground. Loose gravel and sediment shifted as rusted metal scraped against more rusted metal. It was like this door hadn't been used in quite a long time. Was it to keep people out or to keep whatever was on the other side, in? He thought, eyes fixed on the doorway. As if it were a scene from a horror movie, the thing behind the door presented itself. He hadn't even seen the creature's face and yet he froze. As the monstrous silhouette stood before him, a deep primal urge within him flickered to life. All thoughts of food vanished as the dust began to clear revealing its features.
Chapter 3 [The door] end.