Hall of Infinite Doors
You open the wierdly crafted plastic door, a soft breeze blows across your face.
You walk in and the door slams shut behind you, the air is and ground it fillied with pollution and foul smells, factories are everywhere. You wonder if this is the future. You don't know if you can handle the smell, dead bodys litter the streets, people whos body couldnt take the stress of living in this horrible land, it seems the line of dead people continues forever, perhaps the whole world is dead, except for you. You look around, a small house is to your right, and a hospital on the left, maybe you could find sombody and ask whats going on.
You walk in and the door slams shut behind you, the air is and ground it fillied with pollution and foul smells, factories are everywhere. You wonder if this is the future. You don't know if you can handle the smell, dead bodys litter the streets, people whos body couldnt take the stress of living in this horrible land, it seems the line of dead people continues forever, perhaps the whole world is dead, except for you. You look around, a small house is to your right, and a hospital on the left, maybe you could find sombody and ask whats going on.