Welcome to my chamber son. Yes, this is a note left to you by your mother and I. We had to knock you out and bring you to a secret family location. Unbeknownst to even you. You’re probably dizzy, groggy and wondering what’s happening to you. I’m sorry son, but you’ll be spending the rest of your life here. Now, don’t panic, don’t panic, I know you must think im joking, but check the door for yourself and you’ll notice it’s bolted shut from the outside. You are not leaving here under ANY circumstances. If you move to the back of the area, you’ll see enough canned food to feed every rat in New York City. Play your cards right buddy and you’ll survive down here for some time. There’s water, lights, heck I even tossed your Xbox down there. That’s all 15 year olds do right? I’m sorry son. But that’s the way it’s got to be. They said on the TV that the virus is spreading. That there’s no cure. Your Mother and I think that this is what will be best for you. We love you Adrian. But we’re both infected and the last thing we wanna do, is eat our only son alive.
this story isn't mine, it's from this-war-of-mine on tumblr. i am going to try and write a new part to Twisted Game today ;)