Hi everyone! This is my newest story! There may be horror elements but, it is all up to you. I have the first chapter here and what will happen it up to you. If you get the question right at the beginning of each installment you Cantrell me what you think should happen next and the next installment will be devoted to you. Feel free to look up the answer if you don't already know the answer. I would like to thank my friend WolfintheDark for telling me to try something new. Enjoy! :)
Question one:
Who wrote the Millennium series?
"Open your textbooks to page five hundred-seventy two." Mrs.Bourgeois's monotone voice was on very boring mode. "Rogier Szewsek, page five hundred-seventy two."
"I beg your pardon, Mrs.Bourgeois but it's Szewc." She glared before turning towards the board, going on about calculus and everything I had learned last year. Eventually, after staring at the textbook for a while, her voice started to drift off as my eyelids got heavier and heavier. With each passing moment her voice seemed to be farther and farther away. I thought I heard someone saying my name but I could not hear them, reach them.
Water? No, you can't really smell water. Mildew, yes, that is what I smell. I stretched and looked around. Was this some joke? It looks like I am still in the high school but it is moldy and eroding. I stood and looked around a little more. As I stood my head hit something hard but gave way slightly. I pushed my chair out and stood back to look at what my head hit. I could not tell what it was but, I could have sworn that it looked like it could once have been a human. The only thing not decaying was me, I could not say as much for my shirt but the rest was still intact, even my school provided black jacket.
Slowly, careful not to step on the worst decaying steps, I made my way outside. I stopped inside of the library, just before the doors that led to the front yard. I walked through some of the isles. There was a clear plastic backpack that was still able to hold things so I took it with me. Very few of the books I could read through the mold. One of the really old books in the back shelves was almost in perfect condition since what I though was yesterday, but now, I am not very sure what day it is. I took the book with me and tried the circulation desk. Sure enough, there was not a single person and the computer was ruined, everything fried from the moisture.
I wandered about the school a little longer. I found canned goods that were still good and a knife from the kitchen. I also 'borrowed' a pan and some utensils along with soap and bottled water. There was a bike in the hall that was a bit rusted but still fine nonetheless.
Outside it was like a jungle grew around the school. I sat on the bike and rode over what was left of the concrete path onto the main road to find that everything there was just as bad. Not a house was near good condition. Everyone of them was caving in on its self. I then decided to find my house, there were always answers there. Hopefully, the answer would be there.
