Room, Closet, Door
Dave taps your shoulder. Slightly startled, you turn to look at him.
He mouths "What next?" You shrug. "I don't know."
you mouth back at him, afraid to speak.
Where would you go? Left to the first closet, straight to and through
the door, or right to the second closet?
The room you and Dave has entered is dark, opressive and smells of
must. The evening sky doesn't add much light at all, as the moon
hasn't risen yet. Faint light fights its way in between the broken
boards you have just crawled through. Just barely, you can make out a
door across the floor from you, and two identical closet doors, one on
your left and one on your right.
