Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180404105301/@comment-33398500-20180618071702

Well... I think I’ve done it this time...

As I looked about the seemingly-deserted island, the voice on the air had softly kissed my ear “We are coming for you...” 

Looking back behind me, I felt my stomach turn as I recalled the boat was no longer there, meaning there was no direct way for me off this island. I now needed to find SOMETHING I could even so much as float on to get off of this island. Unless someone had screwed with the content recorded, or it was some kind of movie set, then I myself NEED to get out of here NOW!

Since it was unlikely someone would take the time, effort and resources just to convince me that ghosts were real, then I needed to get to work finding something. The old, dilapidated prison from decades ago still standing, perhaps there was some manner of wood door or large desk I could bring out to float on away from this infested island!

Moving quickly toward the building, the whispers on the air continued “We are coming for you...” another voice adding “Yes... come to us...” this highly unsettling as I advanced toward the destroyed building, able to hear a distant groaning from somewhere else on the island.

Finally managing to get into the prison via a hole in the damaged wall, I set about looking for a door or a desk or something I could potentially move. I had to check the offices, as any of the doors in the prison itself would definitely be metal. Making my way to the office area, I could hear groaning from behind me, spurring me to move faster from the noises. Finally finding a fallen, wood door, I picked up the large piece. However, sixty years of neglect and natural aging caused the door to break in half when I picked it up, the pieces falling to the floor with a loud, echoing clatter.

That seemed to stir up a hornet’s nest.

“Welcome home...” the ghostly voice whispered to me on the air.

As this spurred me to make my exit from the area, I rushed away from the offices. However, upon arriving in the main cell block, only a few meters from the hole in the wall I came in through, I found what was practically a wall of undead mamono standing between me and my way out, the way into the rest of the cell block quickly filling up with zombies and ghouls. “Oh, no...” I started.

I was left with only one way to go: behind me. Turning to go back to the offices, I ran smack into a phantom, who then spoke with the same voice that had kissed my ear on the wind. “So happy you could come, darling~” she spoke with a smile, as I was quickly surrounded by zombies, ghouls and even a skeleton or two, able to spot a lich hovering over the crowd, while a wight stepped over to the phantom, every eye on me at once.

“Umm... I suppose I’ll be...” I started, attempting to stand again before the wight stepped over to me, pressing her finger to my lips.

“Shhhhhh... you’ll be staying here, with us, for the rest of your natural life, darling...” the wight told me, before the lich added “...unnatural life too, if I have anything to say about it...” however, at this, the crowd seemed to part somewhat, the wight now taking me by the wrist and leading me along to the solitary cells, the floor of the cell she led me into seeming to be completely lined in the combined mattresses from the old beds in the prison.

“Here we are...” the wight said with a gentle smile, before pushing me into the cell, causing me to fall to the ground, landing on the soft floor as the cell rapidly became crowded with droves of undead mamono “...I heard you denying we exist when you were talking to yourself...” the phantom added, floating over to me before continuing “...so I should just pass right through you, right?” she asked, before locking her lips onto mine, hanging on for at least a minute before parting herself from me.

As my eyes were finally free to look around the cell, I realized I was now completely surrounded. “Now, you, my dear, have a chance to make up for that, spending the rest of your life bringing warmth, joy and affection to soooo many of us that have been alone for soooo looong... decades and decades without someone to hang onto...” however, her description stopped at this point, as the nearest zombie stepped over and latched her mouth onto mine.

Managing to part myself from her, however, I attempted to move forward which only led to the waiting mouth of a ghoul “Warrrrm...” the previous zombie groaned, as I was now brought to the ground by a dozen pairs of hands “Sooooffft...” “Huuungryyyy....” everywhere I looked was another body as I was now being made into part of the island.

Yeah... probably should have tried to hack down a tree or something...