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There's a few things on your list that you want to find. A reliable container for water is a must, as you can't be certain that fresh water will always be available when you're out and about. Weapons are second on your list, and given the type of man your Grandfather was you wouldn't doubt it if he had a plethora of them hidden around his place. Medicine, while possibly expired, would also be great to find...or at least chemicals in general, which you could use to sterilize wounds or rig up for more destructive purposes should the need arise.
With all of these items in mind, you decide to start looking through the Cabin. This front area mostly has trophies and knickknacks, nothing particularly useful unless you wanted to throw down with something using a pair of antlers. Stepping into the hallway, you decide you'll check every room in a clockwise rotation so you don't miss anything. You open the first door on the left with that in mind.
You're greeted by the sight of wooden stairs heading down into the darkness. A basement level? You didn't really expect it from here, but you pull out your flashlight and begin your descent anyways. Half a minute of walking down the unexpectedly long stairway sees the walls and stairs turning into grimy concrete, a stuffy moldy smell irritating your nose.
Your pace is more tentative from there on, and a growing sense of dread and unease takes you as two entire minutes of just walking down the stairs pass. Why is it so long? How deep does it go? What the hell is something like this doing in Gramp's cabin? It's getting hotter with each step you take, and there's a bit of a haze this deep down. Is it even safe to proceed further?
Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a faint squelching noise. You pause where you are, holding your breath unintentionally. It happens again, and again. Something is shuffling down there, getting closer. Your flashlight finally illuminates something you can only describe as a wall of flesh with limbs, pushing itself against its surroundings as it walks up the stairs. The middle of its body is nothing more than a gaping hole, but not one that goes entirely through it if the darkness in there is anything to go by.
You need to act fast, and your head whips around briefly to check upstairs. Damn it, you spent <span class="mu-i">minutes</span> just getting down here! You're starting to think that this <span class="mu-i">thing</span> might be responsible for why the dimensions of this place are fucked to begin with.
>Book it all the way up the stairs, a small marathon is nothing compared to what that thing will do if it catches you!
>Stand your ground, if it's made of flesh then it can bleed. Stab it to death!
>Dive into that inky darkness. Immerse yourself in the unknown. Anywhere is better than here.
>You have a clever idea...(Write-in!)
