vicio

• the Concrete building you find yourself in is by now nothing but a broken Sterile husk long scratches line the walls iliminated by barely functional Sterile blue-White lights the scratches seem to be tally marks as if someone was counting the days*

  • as you continue wandering you soon enter a wide central chamber of some kind the room itself is circular with about 240 small rubbery yellow-green hexagonal columns

*they call or called...me vicio

• a calm multi-layered child-like voice calls from what at first looks like a short hexagonal stone and on that stone is something that at first looks like a toy deer about the size of a small dog whatever it is it's primarily a pastel green, with a stripe of cream on the underside of the neck and belly it also has short antlers and a grey human-like face

• don't worry, I won't bite * the deer-like creature stands up and turns it's head twards you and stands up a slight grimace on it's humanoid face before it sees you and relaxes it's expression

• well..now i thout... shakes head Thought you were one of them * she looks you over luminecent cyan eyes scouring you with interest as it slowly hovers to you

• The interior and exterior is dark and overgrown. Vines and brush obscure so much of the place that, had you not seen the exterior, you might not have noticed this was a cabin at all...although the outside isn’t quite good for where either It smells of mold and decay. The damp walls leave streaks of dirt along your body as you're forced to hunch, then finally squat down on all fours in order to continue *

*As you crawl forward on hands and knees, you're met only with the sounds of ambient earth. No voice slinks confidently up the tunnel . No entity threatens violence or pleads for safety only vibrant cyan eyes in the near darkness it looks almost like a green deer A faint smile plays on her lips as she considers you illuminated only by several dugout “windows” allowing some daylight to shine through *

• The burned-out ruins you come across merely suggest the shape of the structure that once stood here, charred wood and brick still reeking of ash, but beneath it lies the fresh smell of spring growth after rain, the promise of new life in the wreckage of the old. *

I... I'm not sure why you're here. But I'm glad you are.

• you turn around and see the crisped shell of what was once a table, a small deer-like creature huddled under it *