The Narrative

Here is the narrative as written by @jareddragus

Verbal sketch of the Narrative

Character wakes up in an abandoned room of wood and steel. All around cobwebs hang, thin as cloud wisps swaying gently in the breeze. The character  finds a piece of paper under a candle and pulls it out. She brings it close to the lit candle and reads “run”. Puzzled she looks around the room. A shrill scream comes from the door behind her. She shudders backing away from the door.

The character wakes up and after 45 seconds moves to the table to pick up the paper. Then after 30 seconds the character crawls under the table. The monster comes into the room at that time and walks around and then leaves. The character gets out from under the table and moves to the door. The monster runs back to the room. The character runs to the cupboard and shuts herself in. then the screen fades to black.

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A is table

C is the character

D is the cupboard

E are the blacked out windows

Character wakes up in an abandoned room of wood and steel. All around cobwebs hang, thin as cloud wisps swaying gently in the breeze. The character finds a piece of paper under a candle and pulls it out. She brings it close to the lit candle and reads “run”. Puzzled she looks around the room. A shrill scream comes from the door behind her. She shudders backing away from the door.

There are muffled footsteps downstairs and a low growl. She hides under the table the growl fades as the creature seems to move away. She gets out from under the table and moves to the door quietly. Just as she reaches the door there is loud growl and the muffled footsteps return increasing in sound as it draws close. In the flurry she knocks over the table and then dashes for the cupboard, she hides waiting. The beast enters the room she knows this but very little sound it makes. She strains against the darkness and the wisps of light from the fallen candle to make out where this monster sits.

She leans towards the door of the cupboard as the silence regains hold of the room her breathing down to the minimal. With a deafening roar the monster smashes against the door peeking through the slits with its blood red eyes. Terrified and defiant our character holds the door with all her strength refusing, tears falling profusely.

*she passes out from the exhaustion*

When she awakes she still lies in the confines of the cupboard her hands still clutching the door.

She listens then trying to feel what is left outside. After waiting for sometime the doors open. Out steps she careful as ever. She can hear nothing. She walks to the door peeking again and sees nothing.

Walking down the stairs she sees an empty living room twice the size of a regular room. It wasnt bigger than her, not like gulliver. It was just twice the space. Made it look like a hospital reception hall except the furniture was homely. Confused but unfazed she made her way down the stairs.

At this moment she realized that she did not know who she was, what she was or what she was doing here. She stood there on the stairs straining to think this through. Nervous rancour broke her calm exterior and at that very second she heard the floor creak at the door leading out of this room. She runs and hides behind the closest sofa. Sweat trickling down the breadth of her neck she tries to control her breathing as she peeks from the corner.

Out comes the monster thumping and walking between the sofas on the other side and the kitchen counter. Huddling in fright she crawls towards the door hiding behind the sofas making sure not to make a peep. It was so dark and even with candles it was insufficient to see. There was a sudden whoosh behind her. She huddles up between two sofas as she now hears the familiar thumps again tracing her path from the stairs to the wall of sofas running parallel to the back wall. She shudders as the beast crosses. It is huge. Tendrils of ash swarm on the surface of this being. She can’t seem to find its eyes and yet it feels sharp, aware.  She dares not move as it crosses her proceeding to thump across the floor and on to the kitchen. Deciding to see where the monster was she got up peeking over the couch and saw the monster staring straight at her. She feels strange at that moment like it knows her and she, it but all this is gone in a sec as the monster rushes around the sofas to her. She jumps to the other side of the sofas and sprinting into the kitchen jumps into a cabinet under the sink shutting the door.

She holds her breath as the thumping enters the kitchen. She listens intently. Nothing but silence ensues. Breathing shallowly and as quietly as she can she peers through a slit in the cabinet doors. She does not see anything but the kitchen she realises now is huge. Daringly she pushes open one of the cabinet doors, slowly and methodically praying that no sound is made. She peers into the dimly lit kitchen. She sees the monster at the entrance of the door. It stands resolute, wisps of ash whipping aggressively, like tendrils from the dark. She realises that sound is what allows it to follow her. Feeling relief she continues opening the door and crawls out. There is one entrance to the kitchen and the monster seemed to be blocking it except if she jumped over the kitchen counter.

She looks around and finds a steel glass on the counter. She carefully picks it up and throws it on the opposing end of the room. The monster rushes in a frenzy, blindly at the perceived invader. Using the distraction and still moving in a crouch. She moves to the door and as she reaches it a supposed gust of wind pushes a glass bottle over the counter and it crashes resoundingly on the floor in front of her. In pure horror she looks back. The monster stares straight at her.

She gets up and jumps over the counter. The flurry of footsteps closing the distance pushes her to get up and run she dashes left into the other room and bumps into a robed figure. She falls to the floor. Rubbing her forehead she looks up to see a woman draped in a majestic gown. She would call this woman beautiful except for the slightly deranged look in her eyes. At that moment she feels her surroundings change and she realizes this woman in front of her is bad news.

This is the current scope of our development. The entire trajectory would be a good mixture of visual narrative and subtle game play.  The intention is to deliver an interactive story that feels like a classic survival game.

Do comment on what you like or dislike in the narrative.