edgar

The air rushed past at incredible speeds as Edgar hurtled from the airplane. Adrenaline coursing through his veins and a broad smile on his face. Truly there is no other feeling like skydiving, nothing that could grant such a rush as free fall from thousands of feet in the air, but like all good things it must come to an end so he pulled his cord for the parachute, but nothing happened, so he pulled his backup one, still nothing. he succumbs to panic as the ground reaches up to meet him. oh wait never mind, there it goes. His parachute unfurls and he comes in for a landing on the surface of mars to get a coffe at the mars Starbucks. mars was a lot like earth now that its been teraformed, but with slightly less gravity. making for even better skydiving. after his coffe he went home and watched tv for a few hours before going to bed.

escape-dark

theres blood on the shiney brass doorknob, the last red spash of the short trail youve been following. the door, made of a dark wood, is slightlly ajar, so rather than use the doorknob you place you hand around the edge of the door and pull geantlly. the door swings inward smoothly, light spilling through the doorway into the dark room. its dificult to tell exactlly how large the room is, but you can tell its rather sizeable because of a dim blue glow a few yards away, obviouslly electronic in origion. after a moment your eyes begin to adjust and you can see that the glow is coming from a laptop placed on the floor and faceing away from you, illuminating the head and shoulders of a man whos face is slumped on the keyboard. he must be the source of the blood trail, you think as you quicklly, but cautiously make your way to his side. you carefully ask if he's ok, and his eyes open at the sound of your voice, reflecting the pale blue screen of the laptop in his dazed, exhausted eyes. he looks to be in his 30's, and wears a sensible business suit, details revealing themselves more as your eyes adjust to the darkness. he shifts, attempting to roll onto his side. you can see 2 large dark wet stains on his shirt, he's bleeding. you have little time to ask about his condition. time is of the essence and you must evacuate the building, so you simply ask, "can you walk?" he struggles to pull himself to a kneeling position, clutching the red stains on his chest. you think of making a turnikit, but decide against it. you can barely see in this light and would be better off trying to stop the bleeding in a better lit room. instead you sling his limp arm around your shoulder, and helping him out of the room. he staggers along, and you try to take more of his weight across your shoulders and pick up the pace, making your way to the doorway from which you entered, when you notice something on the wall that you had missed previously, a light switch. using your free hand you flip the switch, and turn your head to see what was in the room. your blood seems to turn to ice as you see the words "DoNt LoOk uP" written on the wall in blood. almost against your will, your eyes start to travel up the wall to the celling, when a hand wrenches you head down so all you can see is the floor. and in a pained, wheezing voice he says, "Don't. dont look. " you obey the injured man and help him out of the room. grateful that you didn't witness whatever horrors there were in that room as you evacuate the asylum with the injured stranger.