You are inside a wooden barn within a field. The floorboards are rotten and the area flooded. The ambient light is low, and it is difficult to see.
- You look around, but it is so very hard to see. You turn your head and dart your eyes between formless black shapes. Had it not been that formless black shapes merge with another, you would have counted them. Divisions must be created where there is fuzziness, you declare, otherwise there is no knowing a thing from another thing, or whether a thing is different from that other thing. There are sixteen formless black shapes, you conclude after deliberation. (Oddly it was the first number that jumped into your head. It should might as well be between fifteen and sixteen, or twenty-one precisely.)
Possible actions:
- Search the area Examine the flooded area Enter Caiger Mall Leave the wooden barn Take the crowbar Try your radio Attack the zombie with your knife Open the treasure chest Climb the fire escape Read the note Turn on the universe I take it this will get me somewhere? "Hello? Is anybody out there? I'm so cold."
Inventory:
- You carry only 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. You wear a crumpled paper party hat.
|
