You look back down at the tracks. Tracks of shuffling feet. Dragging feet. The few that seem to be left by someone 100% ambulatory are spaced out, in long strides as though they had been sprinting. Your gut instinct says something just isn't right. And if they're all headed north, you play safe and turn south.
The warehouses are lined along the industrial area and the island's main shipping yards. It makes sense that ships will be arriving at regular intervals and could possibly provide answers, aid, or at least a ride off this forsaken island.
You increase your speed to a light jog as the tall warehouse shadows press the inpending darkness down on you. You slow down, peering down the fence lines looking for a weak spot to climb over or crawl under. If you're lucky, perhaps a security guard will find you and provide you some answers...and hope.
The warehouses are massive and seemingly empty. Forbidding with their boarded windows and chained doors. But you know there has to be an office by the docking yards. Someone to manage the comms and logistics of all the shipping containers and incoming and outgoing ground and sea transport. There would be an office and communication equipment.
You hear creaks and moans. But from where? Your imagination probably. You shake it off and keep going. And there it is! A gap in the fence! You squat down and squeeze through. You're in. You shiver a bit as you feel a small sense of security at being behind some fences.
Then you hear it again. Creaking and moaning. The docks. That's what it is, you tell yourself half convincingly. The docks are moaning and creaking in the tides.
You hurry towards the waterfront. There! An office ahead! With a new found sense of energy and urgency you quicken your pace.
The moans are louder now, but you ignore them. Help is in sight. You run harder for the office.
As you near you see movement to your right, back in the rows of shipping containers. And again, a shadow movement. You could investigate as it may be another person looking for help. Strength in numbers, right? Then again, you're close to the office. Why not send out a distress call first?
What will you do?
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