Cat In A Box
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Alan stumbled through the doorway, tripped, and fell into the foyer on his side.

"Shit! My fucking back!"

The door slammed behind him and whatever dim light peeking through was quickly snuffed. Alan's ragged breath was stunted by his lungs breathing the choking particulate within the house. Everything was covered in a half inch layer of the fluffy grey dust. Not as coarse as ash and not as fine as flour, somewhere in between. The air stunk like an old Tupperware container to boot.

"The hell is this place?" Alan gripped a coat rack to steady himself up onto his feet while rubbing his sore left flank. First thing he tried was the light switch on the wall, which of course was dead. Not surprising at all to Alan.

«D-3454, do you copy?»

Alan jumped at the noise before realizing it was the radio on his hip. He didn't remember being given that, but that was the least of his concern right now. He responded to the scratchy voice.


«Proceed into the building and report your observation. Instructions will follow.»

"Okay, but it's fucking dark in here. Can't see shit." Alan looked down at his arm to notice he was wearing a very plain looking Casio-ish watch with no buttons. It wasn't keeping time, but was in stopwatch mode. Only 22 seconds were recorded so far.

«You've been given a small flashlight as well. Should be attached to the radio.»

Alan fumbled with the small keychain sized flashlight affixed to the side of the radio. With a click the bright LED lit up the foyer and the short empty hallway ahead. A small end table could be seen with a handgun sitting idly on top of the dust layer, as if it was just placed there.

«D-3454, can you proceed?»

"Y-yeah. I can."

«Good. Continue through the building and report.»

Alan walked over to the gun.

Take the gun. (1.1)
Leave the gun. (1.2)

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