Ingame
You are inside the gymnasium of Pridmore Way School, a middle school. Improvised objects whose purpose was known only by its deviser, random artifacts and litter, and pieces of things, clutter everywhere. Faded splotches of dried blood are barely noticeable amidst the ugly grim worked into the floor, which are the narrow walkways between lines of sleeping bags and inflatable pads.
Somebody has spraypainted all areas are to be kept in sanitary conditions; begging is not permitted; trust is to be kept to oneself onto a wall, up high, signed crossed-out as management.
- You search the area. Some things are apparent. There once was a time, long ago, or near ago, or very long ago—some period past—that survivors in such numbers crowded the whole building and reduced them to this congestion. It was probably too hot, or if winter happens ever, very cold; they probably squabbled over small things, and a few never woke up from a night of sleep; and those who managed to stay around, you imagine, founded hierarchies, and then there was a collapse, someone did something stupid, and that was the end of it.* And that is your hypothesis. It does not matter whether it is right or wrong.
Bending down in the middle of the gymnasium, you uncover some heartbreaking pictures of loved ones. It is terribly sad: you feel nothing, muted, finding them references to an environment in which you are not a part of. Someone left some jewellery. It glinted in a rag-heap. Another had forgotten a contraption, which you speculate to be what its owner intended to become a backpack, or a clumsy belt, the straps are confusing.
You find nothing useful, nor anything to confirm the presence of your companions, although it is unlikely for them to stay here, in the gymnasium, with there being much nicer places to sleep.
Near the back, doors lead into a basement.
Possible actions:
- Descend into the basement Leave the gymnasium
Inventory:
- You carry a knife; a journal and a notebook; a bloodied radio and a flare gun. You have a shotgun (2), a pistol (12) and three spare magazines inside your vest pouches. You are wearing a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.
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User:A Helpful Little Gnome
* Except for a trickle afterward, of people coming and going and never really meeting each other, the place was comparatively silent; you do not suppose it has been completely empty ever since the end of it, for there are some signs of upkeep, like the barricades, and the fact that everything has not been torn to pieces, but having only been extensively used.
