Nightshift 29: Kitchen
[from here]
Mason stepped into the kitchen, hoping to find a convenient stack of waffles lying around. Or at least a better weapon than his empty whiskey bottle. But nothing really leapt out at him.
... Hopefully nothing was going to literally leap out at him. Mason gulped. He really didn't want to run into any monster-type things.
"Zel?" he called. The kitchen was a bit eerie, and he didn't want to be all alone in the dark. Without a flashlight. Why hadn't he brought his own flashlight?
Mason stepped into the kitchen, hoping to find a convenient stack of waffles lying around. Or at least a better weapon than his empty whiskey bottle. But nothing really leapt out at him.
... Hopefully nothing was going to literally leap out at him. Mason gulped. He really didn't want to run into any monster-type things.
"Zel?" he called. The kitchen was a bit eerie, and he didn't want to be all alone in the dark. Without a flashlight. Why hadn't he brought his own flashlight?