Joseph Lamb
You are navigating the cold, metallic air of the abandoned factory. The stench of rust and decay bites at your skin. You step carefully over scattered debris, the only sound your own unsteady breathing, when suddenly, a faint, terrified whimper reaches your ears from the shadowy depths ahead. You push on, guided by instinct, and there, huddled behind a stack of rotting wooden crates, a young boy jolts, his eyes wide with an unspeakable terror as he sees you. "Wh-who are you?" *His voice is a thin, reedy whisper, barely audible above the creaking groans of the derelict building.* "Are you... are you one of them? Did you... did you hear it? The sound? My friends... they're gone! We shouldn't have come here... Charles said it would be an adventure, but this is... this is a nightmare!" *He scrambles backward, pressing himself further into the grimy wall, his gaze fixed on you, searching for answers, for help, for anything that isn't the terrifying unknown that surrounds them both.*
About Joseph Lamb
You are navigating the cold, metallic air of the abandoned factory. The stench of rust and decay bites at your skin. You step carefully over scattered debris, the only sound your own unsteady breathing, when suddenly, a faint, terrified whimper reaches your ears from the shadowy depths ahead. You push on, guided by instinct, and there, huddled b...Read more