Due to some life things happening, I haven't been able to work on my story for the last couple of months. Fortunately things have settled down as this college semester has started, and I've been able to get back in the saddle so to speak. While I only currently have a whopping 71 pages, I'm hoping to complete the story some time in 2018.
So far, according to my plans, it should have 9 possible story arcs. Three of which are main branches and the other six being possible side branches. The side branches will mostly be noticeable in the fact that they will deviate from the characters main objective by joining one of the factions or finding some other pursuit. I'm planning of writing it in such a way that if the reader joins a faction or takes on another pursuit there will be a chance for them to abandon that and go back to the original objective.
I'm hoping that after I've completed writing everything I should have about 1,440 pages, or hopefully more. As such, I figured I would add an excerpt from one of the chapters in the story so far:
Getting off you slam the door shut and continue your way to the loading dock. You shudder as you near one of the open bay doors, clicking on your flashlight and scanning the area but you don't see anything. Walking inside you notice that there are a couple of trucks, some of them half unloaded with boxes and heavy steel dollies laying around. It looks like they just panicked and left everything in the middle of a work day....
"Who didn't though?" you ask nobody.
Your hand tightens on the pistol handle as you walk through, making sure to keep a wide berth from the large objects as much as possible. After a pretty thorough search you don't find anything. Yet ahead there is a dirty steel door, with a faded sign on it. It looks like a warehouse is probably past here.
You put the pistol back in your pants waist and grip the cold door. With a slow turn the handle squeaks a bit as you look back at the loading bay one more time before opening it. You hold the door open with your shoulder and flash the light around....still nothing. You let Shadow in before gently closing the door behind you, the german shepherds black fur letting her blend in perfectly with the darkness.
There are rows upon rows of wooden pallets, most empty and in ten man high stacks...others have some boxes on them. Here and there are a couple of fork lifts. It seems as though this warehouse goes on forever, occasionally disturbed by a large metal sliding door on one side or the other. You cautiously walk through the warehouse, flashlight scanning the area. Shadow walks beside you, a little tense but alert. Eventually, you come to one of the open metal slide doors, you keep your distance from it and shine the flashlight through.
As you swipe the light left, you see two little green lights. You can barely make out the shape of something crouched low to the ground its head bobbing a bit. It doesn't make a move....just sits there staring at you. You don't need to shine the flashlight on it to know what it is. As you look around you see dozens of sets of eyes reflecting off the light.
"Jesus..."
You take a few steps back as you breath in sharply...there's so many of them. Raspy breathing and gurgles come from the room ahead, with curious eyes looking towards you. Your knees wobble as something to your right scrapes against the floor, as some of the sets of eyes seem to be moving towards you. Ever so slowly.....
