TF2 choose your own adventure story
The sound of aggressive buzzing rings in your ear. You’re surrounded by darkness, even if you open your eyes. You feel something straining your dry mouth. It has the texture of cloth, but it’s wet. Drenched with your saliva, no doubt. Then, it dawns upon you that you’ve been captured.
You try to recall what happened prior to this moment, but a bright haze clouds your memories like you’re recovering from the aftermath of a flashbang grenade. You try to move your arms and your body uncomfortably jolts back when you feel the sting of discomfort spread along your arms. It reminds you of the static when you picked up the phone. You recall the eerie silence on the other side of the line, save for that ominous, heavy breathing which rent the stagnant atmosphere and filled you with unease. Your heart had threatened to burst through your chest and… And… The rest was a blur.
Your entire body feels numb. You feel the sting of cold steel tightly wrapped around your wrists, binding them together, and the brief, yet sharp sound of rattling chains when you move them. A feeling of dread washes over you. You try to stand up, but your legs aren’t ready to move so you sit in silence, trying to calm your quivering heart. You feel sick to your stomach and the burning acidic sensation of bile rises in your throat, but you swallow a mouthful of saliva and resist the urge to throw up. You try to empty your mind and focus on taking deep, rhythmic breaths. You were taught to pay attention to your surroundings to calm down your anxiety, but what are you supposed to do when your surroundings trigger the fight or flight reaction within you? Fighting’s clearly not an option. Maybe pretending to be d—
You hear the loud sound of keys rattling from a fair distance away before the heavy door swings open, which leaves you just enough time to slump down, letting your weight naturally collapse and rest on the dusty, concrete floor like a corpse.
“Oh no. No no no no no. Don’t be dead. Don’t be dead.”
The booming voice terrifies you. It’s rather deep. Almost like the low growl of a dog who’s ready to leap forward and wrap its fangs around its prey’s jugular. It’s loud and assertive, yet you can’t quite put your finger on the emotions it conveys. Anger? Fear? Anguish? Panic? You can’t focus right now. You feel groggy and your throbbing head is threatening to split open.
“Fuck!”
Then, complete silence. A few seconds trail along eternally like a paused movie. Then, as if time had resumed, you hear the discrete sound of feet lightly threading the surface of concrete that stretched over yonder. The distance was closing in on them and the sound was getting louder and louder. It becomes nigh unbearable for you. This is a matter of life or death and you know that something must be done.
What do you do?
1) Continue to pretend to be dead.
2) Leap at the stranger and attack when he gets close enough.
3) Try to reason with the stranger.
