You are inside the red-brick building, or so you think. It is dark and making out anything is impossible.
- You open the door. You don't think about the door. You enter inside.
You feel your body lurch forward, as if you missed the last step of a staircase. You blink. You think your eyes will adjust.
The floor is cold and completely smooth. The air, comfortable and not humid. You can't hear anything and it is deafening. It is painful. Breathe. You should focus on that; you do.
Surely you can't be here.
Possible actions:
- "Where am I?"
Inventory:
- You carry only a whistle, a bent knife and a smashed radio. It has been a long ride. Your blue jeans are shredded; the T-shirt, stretched 2 sizes larger, is more red than white, and your shoes are unaccounted for. Overtop it all you wear a yellow rain jacket. Perched atop your head is a crumpled paper party hat.
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