L0ND0N C8LL1NG

Notes

(Author's note: DISCLAIMER! I have never done a object show book before-I'm a countryhumans writer after all-so this may or may not suck.)

POV: ?

Holy shit I did it, I did it, I'm here, I made it. Hundreds of thoughts were racing in my head as I stood before a derelict room, in front of me, an audio system and a piece of paper.

"Hello, you made it, congratulations! Now, you may be wondering, 'what the hell was that?'"

Yeah! these last few months were hell!

"This wasn't my doing. I didn't wasn't this for any of you all. They would have killed me if I didn't do this." 

Oh so you had to nearly kill me?! Also who is 'they'?

"May your life be great after this, goodbye.
-Map"

So that's who was doing this, huh?

"الى بجانبكم يكون الله معكم

 -حبوب البن"

That sucks because I can't read Arabic.

"We were here. August 17, 1999-January 11, 2000 Christchurch, NZ- London-UK
-License Plate

Wait WHAT? 1999? How long has this been going on for?

"Grattis! Du klarade det. 
-Conch"

Finally, something that doesn't give me more questions, sadly only because it's in...Swedish?

"Damn. I'm the fifth wanker who had to do this. Didn't take long though, just had to go 'cross the city! -Football (or Soccer Ball if you're one of those Americans)

Lucky. Just had to go to the next part of town!

"If you're reading this, and you're not map. Something has gone horribly wrong, try to open the door."

They told me what to do? Well, I guess I'll... open the door then.
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Locked. Shit, I can't get out, I can't leave, I'm gonna die, why me? Wait, why aren't there any remains here? did they get out? Can I leave?!

 Anyways, that was the last thing on that page, there's another one though.

SCRIPT.

London Calling at 11 hours, I repeat this is London Calling at 11 hours. There's urgent news for you. Do you copy?

IF YES: London Calling at 11 hours, I repeat this is London Calling at 11 hours. Your life is in danger starting the next hour, this danger will be continued until you have repeated the broadcast at 14 Charlotte Mews in London, England, this is London Calling, we are signing off.

IF NO ANSWER/NO, TURN OFF MIC AND TURN ON ONCE AGAIN.

IF QUESTIONED, REPEAT.

Wait wait wait what the fuck. That is exactly what I was told last year! 

"Somebody? HELLO!?" I tried to scream, but to no answer, so I go to the audio system, and check my watch to see that it's 11:00-Wait a second last I checked it was 5:30! Well, I guess that doesn't matter, what does, is my safety. I turn on the audio system, and start to talk. "London Calling at 11 hours, I repeat this is London Calling at 11 hours. There's urgent news for you. Do you copy?" I say, somewhat wearily. And although my brain was fighting for what I should be hoping for, someone answered.

"W-what?" a voice said, hushed. "London Calling at 11 hours, I repeat this is London Calling at 11 hours. There's urgent news for you. Do you copy?" I said again, slightly more wearily. "Uh, yes?" and after a second of me being filled with pure fear, wanting me to stop this, but as if I couldn't stop myself, I started talking "London Calling at 11 hours, I repeat this is London Calling at 11 hours. Your life is in danger starting the next hour, this danger will be continued until you have repeated the broadcast at 14 Charlotte Mews in London, England, this is London Calling, we are signing off." I said, choking back tears as I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. It was like I was being controlled like a puppet in some sick puppetman's play! So I did the only thing I thought, I cried. But as I was wallowing away in this void like room, *click!* and as I looked around, I saw the door, slowly opening. I CAN leave!

Well, I should leave aa thing on the paper though, and luckily there's a pencil. So after quickly writing down my last message to this sick and twisted game, I left.

Well, finally got out of this fucking mess. Good luck to all the new guys.

-Flag (Circa 2024)


(First chapter, probably gonna look back on this and think 'wow this is terrible' but who cares?)

Peace out,
-N