If Mike could be spirited away to another land, this definitely wouldn't have been it. A spooky lodge connecting to a sanitarium wasn't bad enough? The moment he woke up in this place, he knew something was wrong. It was too dusty and overgrown. He'd woken up against a building and immediately stood up and dusted himself off, emerging out into more of an open space.

"Shit ..." It only took a few steps to realize the silence and emptiness, to see the broken glass everywhere and pools of blood. Whatever happened, it was bad. And he wished really really badly that he'd had the sawed off shotgun he'd found. That then became his priority. Rather than food and water, he wanted to find a weapon. Otherwise he'd be screwed.

Most of the places had been completely picked clean, but there had to be something. He was almost desperately kicking glass aside and tossing empty boxes and useless items off shelves when he heard the sound of someone jumping. Whipping around, he looked around him trying to keep his breath from making too much noise. Look, his first instinct was to stand completely still thanks to certain other monsters he'd met recently.