A strong foul stench plies your eyes open from a deep sleep, causing the air to smell like rotting flesh. An expression of disgust is sketched on your face as you wake from your slumber. As your vision fades in, you find yourself in a small closed-in space, the walls of the space are sheets of scrap metal, exactly as the roof. A single light bulb flickers and swings above you, causing a faint clinging above your head. Dust motes float around you forcing you to taste its gritty taste, despite the situation you seem to be in, the whole atmosphere looks rather fishy and eerie.

You rise from the ground, which makes your joints hurt because you lay on a hard rough surface. You let out a groan of agony, as you rise to your feet and stretch, causing your joints to pop. You continued to stretch to the left and right, causing your joints to pop back into place. You rolled your head and rotated your shoulders hearing the joints in your neck and shoulders crack and pop. You let out a sigh of relief as you scanned the small room, as you remembered you did not come in here. The scrap metal-like walls had shelves, which held only a small amount of things; three cans of food, a pack of water, a hammer, and a hatchet. The condition of the cans, water, hammer, and hatchet had seen better days, as the hammer and the hatchet seemed dull and unstable to wield for more than just a day or two.

Despite the conditions of the supplies and the tools, the smell of rotting flesh still lingered in the air, causing nausea to kick in and distract you from the small area. You notice a swarm of flies buzzing around you and the door of the small room and a foul taste forms in your mouth, numbing your taste buds as the smell starts to get worse, however before you begin to gag uncontrollably you collect the cans, water, and the tools. You turn around still trying to fight off the flies and the stench of the rotting flesh, by making an uncomfortable expression on your face, and hesitate, but also rushing to get out of the small room that you have no idea how you got in.

You nudge the door, which seems pretty study sense the condition of the small room, which was painted with rust spots, the sound of the metal echoed in the air stating the walls were flimsy, the visibility of the heat, allowing the heat to build up in the small room, which caused the smell of rotten flesh to get worse, and the taste of the numbness, gritty, and desperation from your sweat to sneak through your lips. Despite the desperation kicking in, the door of the small room was blocked off.

The door only nudged open a pitch allowing you to see out, from what you saw a person was blocking the door. You groan and grunt trying to ply the door open and also trying to tell the person that you wanted out. Suddenly it hit you like a ton of bricks, the stench of rotting flesh was the person blocking the door. The stench was strong almost making you throw up and gag, allowing the flies to buzz like crazy around you and the body outside the small room. It took nearly all the strength you had to forcefully ply open the door which, caused a creaking noise mixed with crunking and a thud.

As you walked over the body you saw it had been here for a couple of days, which made you question how long you were out for. You scan the area looking away from the corpse with a fowl expression on your face, but in a matter of seconds, a backpack that seemed to be cleaned out lies on the ground being no longer used for its last owner. You look back at the corpse and get a sorrowful expression on your face as you pack up what you found in the backpack, but shrugged it off.

Suddenly you notice a dagger, rusted and dull, from the harsh weather. The dagger had a piece of paper pinned down, a note of some sort. With an expression of shock, the note was for you. As you pulled out the dagger, you heard metal scrape on metal, causing you to winch in pain at the sound. Even dull and rusted the dagger seemed to be decent to work with if not exhausted too much. As you put the dagger away in the bag you read the note. Despite being water-damaged, stained with blood, having a faint mildew smell, and smeared ink, it was still somewhat readable.

The note said; "Sorry for sticking you in here, but you were out like a light. It was the only way to save you, luckily for you don't snore. Anyway, you might be wondering who I am, and your answer should be beside you, if you see a body then I didn't make it, they got to me, and my name is not important to you now. I put some food and water in this tool shed, you must survive, you can't give up, okay? P.S. Don't go traveling or making noise at night, or They will find you, Don't trust anyone!"