Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Great Escape

Certain now that being here is a mistake, you decide to cut your losses and get out while you can. Leaving the soldiers at war with the zombies, you flee from the room, sneaking past a warring Defoe and Zombo to escape.

You hurry back to the janitor's closet and dash to the back, dropping down on your hands and knees to crawl into one of the pitch black tunnels. Scrabbling through the narrow, earthen passage, you strain your eyes against the dark but are unable to make out a single thing. What seems like an eternity passes as you move forward, until suddenly the ground disappears beneath you and you fall into empty space! You cry out as you tumble a short distance before coming to a jarring halt, splashing down into a shallow body of water. Which isn't water at all, your nose soon discovers. Even as your eyes grow accustomed to the dark - which isn't as all-consuming as the tunnel you just left, due to an opening in the roof ahead that allows a small amount of light into the area - the stench and sound of rats chittering informs you that you are now a guest in the local sewers.

Wishing not to outstay your welcome, you get to your feet and splash your way towards the open manhole cover, finding a ladder attached to the wall beneath it and quickly climbing to safety. Pulling yourself out of the hole, you find yourself in an alleyway at the side of the Nerve Centre and breath a sigh of relief. That is, until you remember the Dictators' plot. You are just about to run around to the front door to raise hell and attract some attention when a massive snowball whacks you in the face. "Hey!" you gasp, wiping snow from your eyes and scooping up more to retaliate. When you see where the snowball came from, however, and who threw it, you quickly change your mind, dropping your half-made projectile and turning to run.

"Sh-sh-sh-ka-ka-kara!!!!!" the alien robot thing standing nearby shouts, hurling another three snowballs at your back as you flee. Enough is enough, you think, knowing when you are out of your depth. 2000ad christmas party? They can blow it up if they want, you decide, as you make your way across the street to the nearest bus stop, hop the first bus that comes along and set off on the long journey home.

The End.

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