(Assuming Braincogs started with a new character who found the old tapes)
I figured I'd return to the bunker I found before to see if I can find anything else. I'd almost been afraid to go. Almost. But considering all the stuff I heard from Mr. Gallows tapes, it's odd that I hadn't seen anything. Or heard anything. Or smelled anything. No clawing on concrete, no noxious perfume... nothing.
On second thought, maybe I should be scared.
I found a brown aviator jacket with a wallet in the pocket. Sure enough, the ID belonged to Kane Gallows. There was also a photo of him with a woman and two little girls. His family, no doubt. I don't know why, but there's a strange sense of... familiarity with it. I didn't know this man. I swear, I didn't, but... I dunno. This man and his story... it's ridiculous. Hellish ghouls ravaging a city, mauling a little boy, sniffing out survivors, it's absurd.
But if it's so absurd... why do I still believe it?
There's something tragic about hearing this man's story through these tapes, and then finding remnants of him days after. But at the same time... there's something terrifying about it. What happened to you, Kane? Where did you go? Did they get you? If I stick around, will they get me too?
I can't believe I'm letting a little ghost story get to me, but... maybe it was a bad idea to explore this place after all?
edited 3rd Apr '11 10:46:22 AM by Eranova
"The grassy hills always line the edge of my sight. It's hard to believe anything exists beyond the edge."