text: [Themes: horror, RPG, serious]
  
  You open your eyes, but quickly shut them. Blur fills your vision as a bright light shines directly at you. You clench your eyes closed, attempting to seek refuge in the darkness that your eyelids provide. Your skin burns, but the place which you lay in is rather cool. You bring your hands to your sides, digging your hands into the ground, balling them into fists. You lift up your hands, pulling the ground with you, a clump of the ground coming up with your fists, shedding out of the ground and sprinkling all over your chest.
  
  Bringing your hands to your forehead, a gust of wind blows in your direction, causing you to flinch as the mysterious substance brushes over your face. You finally manage to open your eyes, still slightly squinting as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings. You see a tree ahead of you, a willow tree to be specific. Around you at all other angles is a grassy field, endlessly leading to what seems like nowhere. You rise to your feet, the grass on your chest falling off of you and blowing away into the distance.
  
  [Author's Note: You wake up in your apartment several weeks after a disaster has hit, you are alone. This story is an immersive experience,, with nonlinear paths and a story that will be unique everytime you play it, resulting in maximum replayibility. The attitude and personality of the character is effected by the choices that you make. Every choice you make should be thought out, because everything may have unintended consequences. You must combat problems with logic and reasoning. Death could be lurking around every corner, how long could you possibly survive? NOTE: This game is not finished, it's a project that I actually did a few years ago for this site and dropped it, but I am considering ybe finishing this one or writing a new story entirely for you guys. I spent so much time on this though that I would rather hear your guys thoughts and opinions on my story than scrap it completely. Consider it a demo on my writing style and what to expect from my future stories, and enjoy! :)]
  
  > approach the tree.
  You decide to approach the tree. With the sun burning into your vision, you have to cup your palm over your forehead for shade. The sun watches over you, directly above the tree. It's almost like a guardian, tracing your every move with a silhouette of what you could become. The grass begins to crunch against your feet with each step, your eyes peering down below you to examine why the sudden change in sound has taken place. To your surprise, the grass isn't green anymore, it's old and withered now.
  
  As you glance up, you realize that you no longer need to use your hand to shade yourself from the constant rays of the sun. With close inspection the sun seems to be slowly disappearing, turning the cheerful blue sky into a dim orange. You watch the tree fall apart before your eyes, the leaves scattering into the wind and branches snapping off onto the ground as you grow closer.
  
  Finally reaching the tree, you notice that it's almost dark. The area around you is also almost dark as well, being slowly devoured by a complete and utter blackness, the void filling you with despair. You turn to the tree, noticing a small hole that's illuminating light.
  
  > investigate the hole.
  You look around you, noticing the darkness eating everything that it crosses its path with, leaving nothing behind. You decide that it would be best to attempt to see what could possibly be illuminating that light, maybe forking you a way out. You slowly stick your hand in, pressing your cheek against the bark of the tree trunk to push the length of your arm in. You can't feel anything, but it feels peaceful, whatever is in there.
  
  Watching the complete blackness draw closer, you begin to panic. Your mind wanders for a compromise, yet none come to mind. Suddenly, your arm vacuums into the whole that's emitting light, taking the rest of your body with it. You float in the air, being lifted by some sort of energy, something beyond your basic understanding. The hole closes shut just as the blackness devours the tree, leaving yourself with your thoughts.
  
  You feel as though your spirit has been lifted, and you close your eyes.
  
  > Finally waking up, right?
  A soft voice whispers to you, almost angelic, "Daniel, come back to us.", the mysterious voice says.
  
  Your eyes shoot open. You're trying to gasp for air, but a deep breathe is impossible with the surgical mask that you have on. You sigh, realizing that you were safer in your dreams. You bring your knuckles to your crusty eyes, rubbing them gently to get better visibility. You glance to your side to see moonlight illuminating from the window onto your carpet. You must have woken up in the middle of the night, surprising that the dream spooked you more than anything that you've seen in weeks. You must be growing accustomed to it.
  
  You rise up from your bed sheets, grabbing the backpack by your bedside and looking around your room.
  
  > examine the table.
  You get up off the bed and decide to look at your table. There are tons of papers covered in dust, strange writing filling the pages. With further examination, you notice a drawer on the side of the table, a radio, a flashlight, and a few paper clips. Considering what's probably waiting for you outside, all of this doesn't seem very useful. You never know when any of this will come in handy.
  
  > check the drawer.
  Rummaging through the drawer, you dig through a bunch of useless junk. Almost giving up, assuming that nothing useful could be found in this pile of stuff, your hand brushes over a watch.
  
  "This could come in handy.", you mumble to yourself.
  
  > Your Self Conscious.
  You decide to skim over all of the frequencies to see if you could catch anything.
  
  "... ... ...why did you... ... ... why did you do it?", is the message from the radio, barely audible by static.
  
  A soft voice whispers to you, almost angelic, "Daniel, come back to us.", the mysterious voice says.
  
  Your eyes shoot open. You're trying to gasp for air, but a deep breathe is impossible with the surgical mask that you have on. You sigh, realizing that you were safer in your dreams. You bring your knuckles to your crusty eyes, rubbing them gently to get better visibility. You glance to your side to see moonlight illuminating from the window onto your carpet. You must have woken up in the middle of the night, surprising that the dream spooked you more than anything that you've seen in weeks. You must be growing accustomed to it.
  
  You rise up from your bed sheets, grabbing the backpack by your bedside and looking around your room.
  
  > go to the front door.
  You stand in front of your apartment door, taking a deep breathe as you try to prepare yourself for what you could encounter. Judging from your past experiences, nothing exactly friendly. You slowly place your hand on the knob, turning it at the beat that your heart pounds. You'll probably need a light source, considering how late it currently is. The only thing that relieves you is what you have found inside your apartment, it's all bound to come in handy. Hopefully I found everything of use.
  
  > leave your apartment.
  You close the door behind you, being greeted by complete darkness. You freeze in place, your heart beating a mile a minute as you listen closely. You can hear soft thumping, almost the kind when something is dragging its feet against the ground. You squint your eyes, staring deep into the eternal abyss just ahead of you, trying to adjust your vision to the dark.
  
  Perhaps if you had something to light your way, you could use it now.
  
  > continue down the dark hallway, despite having no source of light.
  You decide to venture forth, regardless of the lack of vision. You stretch your hands, attempting to place your hands against a solid surface. The thumping grows louder as you wander further down the dark hallway. You continue until it sounds like it is right next to you, attempting to smash your body against the wall to sneak past it. Just when you think you are free, relieved and drawing a sigh of content, you feel two sludgy hands gab your face.
  
  Attempting to escape is futile, the grip that the bumpy hands have you being too tight. Your eyes bulge out as you feel pressure on your neck, trying to scream but not being able to. Your cheek smashes against the floor, and you feel nothing, nothing at all. An intense pain throbs at the base of your spine, and that's when you realize, that's all you have left. Blood trails down the hall as you make out the silhouette of your laying carcass, leaving you head attached to your spinal cord watching mere feet away. You try to take one last breathe, but you're not able to, lacking the organs to function properly.
  
  You died.