Bottle In The Basement

VIII

By the time Jimmy had finished reviewing all he had to be appreciative for, his curiosity was beginning to bubble over. He had to know more about the objects that he had uncovered from the darkness.

The journey had been far from enjoyable and he was did not look forward to doing it again. This particular run however had been successful and so Jimmy wanted to celebrate by experimenting with the new accessories to his survival.

He began by gently running his hand over the rough old rope, enjoying the friction it brought to his palms and fingers. He loved how it gave him variety. In a cellar full of reoccurring patterns, textures, and appearances, the rope provided a sturdy link to the real world. The sane one.

After fondling the rope for a short time, he moved onto the pill bottle. He fumbled around fearfully in his pocket, thinking he might have lost it before remember he had placed it in his left pocket.

Feeling relieved to have it in his hand once more, Jimmy pulled the small pill bottle out and held it before the thin line of light. He could definitely tell by the sound that there were pills in it, just how many, he couldn't be sure.

After trying to glance through the pill bottle while catching the light on multiple attempts, Jimmy decided the bottle was near full. The label however had been peeled off and so he had no idea what the pills were for.

The thought that the pills might be pain relievers came to mind and immediately gave Jimmy high hopes. With the pain from the cuts in his feet, the large cut on his arm, and all of the other aches and pains he was experiencing, he found the idea of a pain reliever very comforting.

Now very excited, he fumbled around with the small bottle's lip for a moment before popping it off and picking a pill at random to stick in his mouth. The idea of dulling his pain was such a great one that the lack of water made no difference to him.

He swallowed the pill eagerly and and waited for a few seconds. Nothing immediately happened. And he supposed that was a good thing. The last thing he needed was some kind of unwanted drug mixed up in all of this. He shook slightly at the thought of a bad drug before moving on yet again.

Having gone over every other one of his discoveries, there was only one mysterious item left to review: The sealed wooden crate.