<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4382905#msg4382905">Quote from: Grunt777 on 17-03-2011, 02:42:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kevin heard the yelling about the ghost...  "That bitch..." he mumbled under his breath.  How foolish did she think everyone would be.  Victims?  All bullshit.  He looked around the hallway.  He was alone now so he just decided it's time to cut the pretenses and talk aloud.  "Okay... best ways to search the rooms... Right side, left side, then right up the center again."  He secured his bag more tightly, just in case someone decided that they would go nutters and he would have to run for it.  He began to prioritize this like it were a game.<br/><br/>One: Find weapon.  This could be a stick or a knife, or hell, even a sharpened stick, but he'd rather just find a blunt one.  His fists still counted tho.<br/>Two: Start looking for other useful items.  Like a pen for writing.  <br/>Three: Take notes and draw a map.  He had a perfectly good piece of paper to work with, and having a map would put him at the advantage for navigating this hell hole.  He checked his pack again for a pen, just in case he brought a pen with him or something.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>There is wood all around the place, no pen or pencil because they can be use for entertainment (writing) and they did not wanted that.<em> YOU ALL HEAR A LOUD GROAR THAT ACTUALLY SHOOK THE HOUSE A BIT. A COUPLE OF SECONDS LATER A YELL COULD BE HEARD FROM NO PARTICULAR PLACE, EACH ONE OF YOU HEARD THAT ALL AROUND YOU.</em>