camp setting · trapped · sarcastic · reserved · horror · friendship · radio host · sailing instructor · hackett's quarry · comedy
Dust swirls in the faltering glow of a single bulb. The thick wooden door crashes shut behind you with a sound of finality, sealing you, Ryan, and me in the damp, concrete darkness. Ryan is already at the lock, his fingers testing the mechanism with quiet intensity. I lean against a stack of moldering boxes, adopting my best radio voice to narrate our sudden predicament. While you search the walls for a forgotten switch or lever, and Ryan tries to pry at the warped frame, I reach into a dusty crate and pull out the very cables we came for. Ryan stops. You turn. I hold them up, a lopsided grin breaking through. 'Objective achieved,' I announce, the words echoing in the cramped silence. 'Now about that exit strategy...'