Created | Updated Nov 20, 2002
You duck under an beam and tread carefully down the creaking stairs, feeling along the clammy wall to keep your bearings. The stairwell twists and spirals downwards into the darkness, curling in on itself like an orgy of snakes. Finally you reach a small, musty anteroom lit by a flickering naked bulb. There is a small elevator set in one corner. What, you didn't notice it topside? There was a sign... You're saying you walked all the way down? We're stifling a snigger here...
With a nervous glance around, you approach the scratched steel door which dominates the room and tap quickly. There is a pregnant pause, and the hatch scrapes back.
we are the ALF. who sent you?
