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Forklift Driver Klaus; Open
Topic Started: Mar 15 2017, 10:20 AM (290 Views)
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((Noah Whitley continued in If We Could Have Tomorrow in Technicolor))

Noah looked over at the nearby building. He stretched his neck a bit, rubbing his free hand where the collar rested. After six days here, he still couldn't get used to the bomb around his neck. Whether he was standing, sitting, or lying down, it continued to bother him. Taking a day off from Survival of the Fittest hadn't done enough to assuage any physical discomfort he had. He was sure he was past the worst part of the cold-which he was starting to think he may have over-exaggerated-and could focus on what to do next.

The announcements had played, only offering some comfort. Maria, the girl he met on the first day, had died. A few people racked up more kills, while some were taken out. He was surprised to hear Nancy had died. He had felt a tingling sensation where she had shot him back on Day 3 when he heard she died. He wanted to feel happy, but it was hard to. Nancy dying didn't put him back in the same room as his friends, so it wasn't much.

Other than that, a library was torched, and Noah was still alive. After leaving the asylum, he had spent the night moving through some areas of the eastern part of the island. After sleeping outdoors, they had arrived at the storehouse. It looked large enough that there could be some familiar people inside, or at least stuff to use.

Noah approached the door, keeping a tight grip on Sawlaska.

"Okay. Like casual sex after dining in a Mexican restaurant, let's pray this doesn't turn into a huge mess," Noah said.

Noah pushed the door open and stepped inside. He slowly walked in, praying to god for something decent to happen. Whether it be finding a friend or a place to holdout, he'd take any bit of good fortune.
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"Okay..." Noah said, looking around. "Nothing but boxes and boxes all around. Just like at a gynecologist's office."

Noah slowly looked around. The storehouse was filled with row after row of crates and shelves. Noah was sure he could find anything in here: food, clothing, medicine, Jimmy Hoffa, DB Cooper, the list went on and on. He slowly walked over to one crate and looked at it. The writing on the side looked faded, so he had no idea what was inside. There was a lock on the box as well, so he couldn't even open it to see what was there.

Noah tapped the lid with Sawlaska.

"Great. Maybe there's a crowbar somewhere."

Noah looked around. It was pretty quiet in here. He started to walk down a row, hoping to see a crowbar lying around on the floor. It would be preferable to the rat droppings he saw, so he began to walk.
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Noah continued to make his way around the storehouse. There didn't seem to be anything useful in sight. Just more boxes that he couldn't open and no sign of any life. Noah stopped walking at one point in order to sigh at the disbelief of the storehouse's uselessness, when something loud came crashing down.

Noah opened his eyes and saw a crate come tumbling down and land right before him. Noah jumped back a bit, flailing his arms and hitting Sawlaska against a shelf.

"Holy fuck!" he cried out.

Noah looked at the crate on the ground. Had he kept going, the crate would have fallen onto him and he may have been flattened like a Looney Tune character. Noah grabbed the handle of Sawlaska with both hands.

"Okay, who's here?" he cried out, looking around the immediate area. "I swear, I do not want to deal with any assholes or ghosts right now, so it better not be either of those things."

Noah stepped back a bit. Sawlaska probably wouldn't work on ghosts, but he certainly didn't want to have to use it on some asshole either.
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"Okay, fuck all of this," Noah muttered to himself as the storehouse responded with silence.

Noah turned around and heard Hannah call out to him. He thought she was closer to him, but considering her ankle was hurt, he must have been walking faster than her thought.

"Hannah," he called out. "Crates are falling down here, and I don't think it's the kind of thing OSHA would deal with. I'm voting we bail."

Noah continued to look around. No one was emerging from the shadows to attack, but he moved a little away from the shelving unit where the crate fell. If everything was going to come tumbling down, he'd like to keep his distance from it.
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"Alright, let's get out and-"

Noah had turned back slightly to talk to Hannah when there was another loud banging sound. He turned back around.

"RUN!" he shouted.

Noah thought it was gunfire, but he saw it was another crate that had come tumbling down. Noah turned and ran towards the door. Supplies or no supplies, there was no point staying around if someone hostile was hanging around. Maybe it was just someone trying to defend themselves, but he didn't care to stick around. They wanted to crush him like they were in a fucking Wile E. Coyote cartoon, so he was prepared to be the Roadrunner and hightail it out of there.

Noah ran out of the storehouse. He hurried back in the direction he came. He hoped Hannah had done the same. They needed to get somewhere far away from the crazy types.

((Noah Whitley continued in Die Anywhere Else))
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