Leland Coyle

Shuffling through the dark hallway, the night vision battery died awhile ago when searching for a generator.
Find a generator, fill it, crank it, run…I keep running through those lines in my head, trying to keep my composure as my anxiety is spiked at the slightest noise.

….-lightning strike the plains and I would think, well there you go… That's justice. Sometimes the finger of God reaches down and touches you-…

Freezing in my steps I could barely make out the crackling of his cattle prod, the smell of cigarette smoke filling the air. Dread coursing through you with each heavy step of his boots. Echoing.

..But you never know which finger it is you're gonna get… he grumbles out.

Slowly taking a stepping back, the sickening sound of glass cracking underneath your foot causes alarm.

You… Coyle says coldly before quickly advancing towards you Freeze!