The corridor split into two directions, and Timmy saw pieces of human anatomy pointing an arrow down the left tunnel. Timmy decided he would go right, and he went down the long desolate stretch until he came to a door. He looked around the door and under it and he could not see anything suspicious, so he slightly prised the door open. The door gave a horrendous squeal and wrenched itself open, slamming viscously against the wall behind, leaving a large dent in it. Timmy cautiously stepped inside, and he pointed his knife at all the dark corners of the room, hoping to frighten off any unwanted watchers. He saw a switch on the other side of the room, which he reckoned was the light switch, so he crept silently around the corners of the room to it. Sure enough it was a light switch, and when it illuminated Timmy found himself in a room filled with every type of weapon you could dream of.

There was M16A4′S, AK47′S, M4 Carbines, G3’s, R700’s, katakana, swords, daggers, knifes, battle axes, pikes, spears, clubs , M6OE4′S, pistol’s, bows, crossbows and taser’s. There was also the ammunition. Bolts, arrows, javelins, bullets, batteries… you name it, it was there. Then there was the accessories. Silencers, scopes, sheaths, night vision goggles, sights, lasers, torches, ricochet bullets, quivers and grenades. Don’t forget the armour. Leather chest pieces, plate mail, bullet proof hoodies, chain mail jerkins, cloth tunics, whole suits of armour and even a jesters clothes.

Timmy grabbed whatever he could carry. He pulled on a bullet proof hoodie and slipped the night vision goggles in them. He grabbed a bow and slung it over his back with his quiver stuffed full of arrows he had put there moments before it. He grabbed a M4 Carbine and loaded it with ammunition, he stuffed his trousers with bullets and the got lasers and batteries and taser’s and pretty much everything he could carry. By the end of it he could barely walk with all the weight he had, and so he took of the suit of armour and was ready to leave.

Timmy headed out of the door and back up the way he came, he turned down the path which had the bloody arrow and was disgusted to see human eyes nailed to the walls, each one seeming to follow his movements. In actual fact these were looking at him. Watching. Waiting.