MC POV - Interactive Story - 8 (Patreon)

Continued from scene 7

You approach the front door, stepping cautiously onto the porch. The door is slightly ajar, the frame splintered around the lock. You ease it open gently with your boot. Inside, the living room looks as if it’s been flipped upside down. A coffee table lies overturned, glass shards scattered around a broken lamp. Couch cushions lay in heaps, some ripped open. A dark smear trails along the carpet toward the staircase.

Jessica grips her revolver tighter, glancing quickly at you before stepping inside.

Then you hear a soft crying drifting down from upstairs. You both pause, heads tilted and listening. The sobbing rises briefly, muffled by walls and doors. Another voice breaks through, strained and pleading.

“Ryan, honey, please,” a woman says, her voice trembling. “Open the door. Just let me see you...it’s okay. I’m okay. Please, Ryan.”

The voice cracks into another sob. A faint knocking accompanies it, hesitant taps against wood.

Jessica whispers sharply, “Somebody’s still alive up there.”

You nod once, raising your rifle.

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