While working on my first storygame, I thought I'd share the opening page to see what people think.
Day 2
I made it safely into the shelter.
Others didn't.
I still remember the entire thing. So vivid and in the forefront of my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about it. How terrified I was, How I rushed to safety, screams and panicked breaths all around me. The hatch was so small, barely enough for 2 people to go down it at one time. People pushing my back, me almost tripping and flying down the stairs, me barely catching my balance on the rails and then stumbling down the steps to the bottom and practically flinging myself into the room just beyond. Everything after that was a blur. Mr. Keeley barely making it, him telling us everything; how long we were going to be in here, and the state of the food stock, just in case. 20 minutes to 2 days until confirmation of a bomb strike. A food stock of at least 21 years. Nothing was for certain. Especially the food stock. One guy called him out on it. He said that a food stock of that size was impossible. Keeley tried to convince us that he had that much food, but nobody would believe him until they saw it for themselves. Said he'd escort us to the stock rooms tomorrow. We were all weary and exhausted at that point, and took to the various comforts strewn about after waiting to don our nightwear in the few changing rooms available.
I barely slept, couldn't stop thinking about the events and the fact that there was a possibility that my life was over. The uncertainty of it was killing me. But I noticed that some people seemed calm. Paul even seemed annoyed at the whole thing. Then I realized; there was little chance that there was a threat of a nuclear attack. This was most likely just a safety procedure, a 'just in case' safety net. In the morning, we would wait for Keeley to get a message from the military, the NWWO, just somebody to tell us the coast is clear, then we would go home to our lives again.
I slept a lot better when I came to believe this, and I almost dozed off into a slumber before a sound like thunder so loud it shook my entire being, a sound so loud it ringed through my ears to the very core of the drums. Startled, I pushed my blanket aside frantically and leaped to my feet, giving no sign that I was about to fall into a deep sleep. People were rustling, murmuring, and a few were already up and heading to Keeley's private office where he was no doubt trying to contact people. One banged on his door and Keeley emerged, still in the same clothes he wore when entering the shelter and a petrified look on his face. They demanded answers and he replied with a slight stutter that he would explain everything when everyone was up. Waiting a few moments for everyone to form a small group in front of Keeley, he gave us every bit of information he found. He could not find a signal to the NWWO. The sound we all heard was no doubt the bomb. The news struck me hard. This was no longer a drill. A few disagreed, stating he had simply lost connection because we were underground, and the sound was ordinary thunder. But the statements were null and void. No thunder could make a noise that loud. The bombs had fallen. And our survival had begun.
