Murray's Journey: Finders Keepers

[Laraqua]

The rusted grille creaks ominously underfoot, loosing little showers of rust like tiny puffs beneath his feet. The air is warm here. So much warmer than elsewhere. It's as though he were creeping over hell itself. Somehow it smelled like cheap perfume and stale cigar smoke. The scent was so incongruous in this place but then, what did make sense here? He reaches the doors and sees that he would need to crouch down or bend over to peer through the gap in the doors with his flashlight held beneath his chin or over his head to see into the darkness. There might be some clue as to whatever did this.

[Mr. Handy]

Murray crouches low, taking the flashlight off of his pocket and holding it overhead, shining it through the gap.

[Laraqua]

There's something out there. Some rusted metal swinging back and forth, back and forth, like a sharpened pendulum. There's no sign of a vehicle or any creature through there. No sign of what dented the doors. Then, as he squints, he sees a flash of charred flesh rushing towards the gap. Murray jerks back as something sharp darts through the gap, only a few inches long, oddly penile and disturbing. The jerking motion of his body leads to a creaking from the rusted grille and as he drops a hand to the grille to steady himself, the metal grilles give way, plunging him into darkness.

(OOC: As you probably guessed, the room was too wide for your character to have any chance of jumping back. Good thing he pre-warned Craig, eh? See you in the next chapter.)