Post Apocolypse Madness. The Saga Continues (There's some language in here)
Here's part two.
Well, shit ,shit and double shit. That proved fruitless. The friggin hallway behind the door has collapsed in upon itself, so there goes our bid for freedom. We're going to die in here, I know it. Jenny tripped over something and I think we now have a gas leak because there's a new weird smell, something akin to warm cat pee, pervading the kitchen. We've decided to pick up and move into the nearly empty walk in freezer, because I figure if this room blows before we die of gas inhalation, then we might survive, Jenny is amused by my logic. I tell her that someone once mentioned to me that their insurance agent suggested keeping their important documents in the freezer, as they are most likely to survive a fire in there. So perhaps the same thing would apply to us. Jenny is much more amused. I go to the little chink in the wall and tell Bob I won't be able to talk to him for a while as we're moving to a different part of the room. Bob say that's ok, because the cannibalistic KOLers need someone to amuse them while they're eating people.
In the freezer, we immediately take to exploring our surroundings, in case there is some morsel of edible food that we somehow missed. We don't see any food, but we are surprised to find along a back wall, a back door. "I didn't know that freezers had back doors," Jenny says. In truth neither did I. We walk back to the entrance of the freezer and figure out the best thing to do. Years of book reading and movie watching, and I suppose in my case, ridiculous chemistry classes have taught us that if we were to open said mystery door, that the result of the oxygen rushing into the room and combining with the heat and fuel might perhaps create some kind of combustion reaction. Or in short terms, Jenny and I go boom. Ok we're also paranoid. It might not even happen but we're not going to take any chances. We slowly shut the big freezer door, and then move back to mystery door and open it. It seems to lead down. Ok, interesting and creepy. I once again begin to think of all the books I've read and movies I've seen and am immediately convinced that we are now about to stumble upon some super secret creepy room, where the chefs in this kitchen, and the chefs before them, and the chefs before them, because this hotel is probably about 200 years old or some other creepy age, used to perform some ritualistic human slaughter and then bake their victims into some mouth watering daily specials. I say as much to Jenny. She looks at me, shakes her head an says "Wow, watched a lot of horror movies, have we? It's probably most likely some kind of cellar or something." And of course she is right, we've reached the bottom of the stairs and of course we're in some kind of super fancified cellar. There's pretty much alcohol everywhere, except where there is a big gaping walkway that seems to lead somewhere else.
"Well," I say, "onward?"
"Not quite," says Jenny. "There is a very large amount of booze here, and I'm thinking we should take some. Who knows when we'll be able to get to food again."
"So we're going to drink booze to survive?" I asked confused by her logic.
"Well not survive per se, because we'll we need food eventually and if we make it out of here we'll need a way to get food. And as I am sure that something big is going on outside because we have been trapped in that kitchen for who knows how long and no one has come to rescue us . . . So I'm thinking of using it as a form of coin."
"Really, wine?"
"Come on, it's booze!"
"Yeah, your're right." So we empty out our backpacks and put a couple of bottles each into our packs and continue onward. The passageway gets a bit darker and damper as we continue onward. It seems interminably long and I get colder with each step I take. It reminds me of this show I used to watch when I was younger about haunted houses. They said that a sudden drop in temperaterature was usually indicative of a haunting.
To break the silence I say "I bet you that when they first built this hotel they imported slaves from the south and had them come in and dig this tunnel with really crappy tools and a lot of them died and now they all haunt this tunnel. Which is why it's cold and creepy in here."
"Does anyone ever tell you that you have a very overactive imagination?" Jenny laughs.
"All the time, although that was mostly from about Kindergarten to eighth grade, now they just tell me I'm special." But Jenny's not paying attention because we've come to the end of the walkway and importantly to a large room which is a humongous loading warehouse, and underneath the large loading door, there's a sliver of sunlight peeping through. We realize that we've been following a hallway of some sort that leads to the main back loading dock. Sweet! Jenny looks immediately to the left of the door and sees the smaller more human sized door and runs excitedly to it. She yanks open the door and sunlight and heat blasts us.
"We've made it out," she breathes, "we've made it . . ."
" Oh shit, it looks like some of the cannibals have gotten loose, Bill."
"Oh shit, you're right Jack. Peter?"
"It's too bad we gotta kill 'em, 'cause they're the cutest things, I've ever seen. But orders are orders. "
(To be continued)
Well, shit ,shit and double shit. That proved fruitless. The friggin hallway behind the door has collapsed in upon itself, so there goes our bid for freedom. We're going to die in here, I know it. Jenny tripped over something and I think we now have a gas leak because there's a new weird smell, something akin to warm cat pee, pervading the kitchen. We've decided to pick up and move into the nearly empty walk in freezer, because I figure if this room blows before we die of gas inhalation, then we might survive, Jenny is amused by my logic. I tell her that someone once mentioned to me that their insurance agent suggested keeping their important documents in the freezer, as they are most likely to survive a fire in there. So perhaps the same thing would apply to us. Jenny is much more amused. I go to the little chink in the wall and tell Bob I won't be able to talk to him for a while as we're moving to a different part of the room. Bob say that's ok, because the cannibalistic KOLers need someone to amuse them while they're eating people.
In the freezer, we immediately take to exploring our surroundings, in case there is some morsel of edible food that we somehow missed. We don't see any food, but we are surprised to find along a back wall, a back door. "I didn't know that freezers had back doors," Jenny says. In truth neither did I. We walk back to the entrance of the freezer and figure out the best thing to do. Years of book reading and movie watching, and I suppose in my case, ridiculous chemistry classes have taught us that if we were to open said mystery door, that the result of the oxygen rushing into the room and combining with the heat and fuel might perhaps create some kind of combustion reaction. Or in short terms, Jenny and I go boom. Ok we're also paranoid. It might not even happen but we're not going to take any chances. We slowly shut the big freezer door, and then move back to mystery door and open it. It seems to lead down. Ok, interesting and creepy. I once again begin to think of all the books I've read and movies I've seen and am immediately convinced that we are now about to stumble upon some super secret creepy room, where the chefs in this kitchen, and the chefs before them, and the chefs before them, because this hotel is probably about 200 years old or some other creepy age, used to perform some ritualistic human slaughter and then bake their victims into some mouth watering daily specials. I say as much to Jenny. She looks at me, shakes her head an says "Wow, watched a lot of horror movies, have we? It's probably most likely some kind of cellar or something." And of course she is right, we've reached the bottom of the stairs and of course we're in some kind of super fancified cellar. There's pretty much alcohol everywhere, except where there is a big gaping walkway that seems to lead somewhere else.
"Well," I say, "onward?"
"Not quite," says Jenny. "There is a very large amount of booze here, and I'm thinking we should take some. Who knows when we'll be able to get to food again."
"So we're going to drink booze to survive?" I asked confused by her logic.
"Well not survive per se, because we'll we need food eventually and if we make it out of here we'll need a way to get food. And as I am sure that something big is going on outside because we have been trapped in that kitchen for who knows how long and no one has come to rescue us . . . So I'm thinking of using it as a form of coin."
"Really, wine?"
"Come on, it's booze!"
"Yeah, your're right." So we empty out our backpacks and put a couple of bottles each into our packs and continue onward. The passageway gets a bit darker and damper as we continue onward. It seems interminably long and I get colder with each step I take. It reminds me of this show I used to watch when I was younger about haunted houses. They said that a sudden drop in temperaterature was usually indicative of a haunting.
To break the silence I say "I bet you that when they first built this hotel they imported slaves from the south and had them come in and dig this tunnel with really crappy tools and a lot of them died and now they all haunt this tunnel. Which is why it's cold and creepy in here."
"Does anyone ever tell you that you have a very overactive imagination?" Jenny laughs.
"All the time, although that was mostly from about Kindergarten to eighth grade, now they just tell me I'm special." But Jenny's not paying attention because we've come to the end of the walkway and importantly to a large room which is a humongous loading warehouse, and underneath the large loading door, there's a sliver of sunlight peeping through. We realize that we've been following a hallway of some sort that leads to the main back loading dock. Sweet! Jenny looks immediately to the left of the door and sees the smaller more human sized door and runs excitedly to it. She yanks open the door and sunlight and heat blasts us.
"We've made it out," she breathes, "we've made it . . ."
" Oh shit, it looks like some of the cannibals have gotten loose, Bill."
"Oh shit, you're right Jack. Peter?"
"It's too bad we gotta kill 'em, 'cause they're the cutest things, I've ever seen. But orders are orders. "
(To be continued)