August 6, 1954

I went down to the first sublevel this morning and stayed there far longer than was necessary. The rooms, though, were fascinating and kept me enthralled. I lost track of how many I searched, and how many I stayed out of. There are creatures in some places who would only be irritated by my weapons. I have no desire to see any of these at this time.

With that being said, I explored as many of the rooms as I felt safe to do so, and only one room took me by surprise.

It was on the left-hand side, the third to last door. When I first stepped into it, the room seemed decrepit and run-down. Nothing to worry myself about.

I was wrong.

I had taken only a few steps into the room when the door slammed closed, and I was plunged into darkness. From the corners of the room came the sounds of feet shuffling. The creatures attached to those feet were loud, and I decided not to waste time asking if they would be happy to let me continue on my way.

The malice in the room was palpable.

I heard the nearest beast reach for me, and I opened fire. I shot with my eyes closed, letting decades of street fighting guide my hands. Round after round, I sent into the room, and I heard them slap sickeningly into flesh.

Within minutes, the fight was over, and the door swung open of its own accord.

The surviving residents of room wished me to be on my way.

I obliged them and found a safer place to be.

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Nicholas Efstathiou

Husband, father, and writer.

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