You walk up the stairs to the third floor, silent except for the bass line of your heart. You notice that the door to this floor is still intact and you take a few minutes to listen before you open it. You don't even manage to make it two steps out of the door before bullets start raining down on you, ripping the flesh off of your bones. You can feel your body dancing in the air without you telling it to, and you have a moment to reflect philosophically on how fragile the human body is before your head sinks down into the firing range.
You died.
Respawn?
YOU ARE READING
The Rat in the Maze (Poofless-esque)
FanficYou know he doesn't love you - so it he worth taking a bullet for? A Poofless short story in the form of a choose-your-own-adventure book. While this is not my best work, it was very entertaining to make and I might do more projects in this format i...
