WELCOME TO JUNKERTOWN!
Jack slowly opened his eyes as he lay face first into the pentagram he had passed out on. He got onto his knees and rubbed his head, groaning in discomfort. "Ugh, my head..." He groaned as he got up. He looked around the room, it was a small room that had about 3 coffins. About 2 of them were standing up against the wall opened, yet one was in a corner opened, still on the floor. Jack didn't know what to think of it and decided to head back upstairs. However, as he turned back to where he first entered the room, the doorway was completely blocked with wooden 2x4 planks as well as some ink dripping from it. "Well shit, guess there's no turning back..." He shook his head as he picked up the fire axe he dropped.
As Jack exited the room, he felt uneasy, like something was watching him. He shrugged it off as paranoia and continued down the hallway. After he went down a flight of st