Screech Alternate Ending

"I thought I saw everything, This one floors me. I can hardly get a grip on it."

B. Brief summary: Thomas wakes up in an ascending elevator surrounded by cold and darkness with no memory of his past. When the doors open a group of boys pulled him up to the Glade, a field surrounded by four enormous walls that open and closes. Outside the wall is the Maze with Grievers. Those are creatures of metal, designed by organization called Wicked. The boys, who are living in the Glade, have also no memories like Thomas.

“And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.”

No one was supposed to perish that night. He did not wish to perform his job, but the decisions of those that expire shall always repeat. He was stuck. He moved through town, piercing through the foggy streets of town, heading as slowly as possible for the inevitable destination, just outside of town where he should wait. They would come to him, sooner or later. They always did.The calm closed around him, moving from those that chose their fate, hearing their echos seemingly drown away in the mist. He was not needed here, he would see them soon

“Great so let’s look for Captain Nemo’s…well something that belonged to Captain Nemo.” Itchoua replied rummaging around a large box filled with anchors and fishing nets.

The most dangerous part of the journey was the last leg of 3 miles (4.8km) to shore. This is where the coast guard patrolled the most so the gangs created special boats fitted with fast and powerful aircraft engines armed them with machine guns and welded armor plating on them.

Dean hesitated. There was a moment of silence. Then he sheepishly said, "I saw it in the movies."

Mumbles were never to be seen again after he left his habitat and that he would never see his parents ever again had disturbed him way too much to the point he couldn’t even sleep. For the rest of his life, he would just have to roam the antarctic to his full content, until the day comes where he would leave planet Earth. Mumbles also realized that he would never be able to find a mate that he could have offsprings with, because of his phenotype. His ability to tap dance will not attract any mate, and the only way to do so is to sing, which Mumbles can’t do because of his mutation. If Mumbles somehow finds a way to mate with another penguin, he may pass down the dancing feet mutation onto his offspring, based on his biological fitness that is.

The first abnormal mood of the story was the feeling of strangeness, “Up and down the old wainscot, over the ceiling and under the floor they raced, and gnawed, and scratched!” (Stoker 3). There were so many rats that they were everywhere in the walls, making noise, and being disruptive. The story then got more creepy when the rats would stop making noises completely, “There was not the faintest sound of gnaw, or scratch, or squeak. The silence was of the grave.”

The quotation above first describes an unsettling and very chaotic environment. With the wails of sirens, screams of terror, and the sound of teeth gritted together with exertion, just adds to the tension and stress to the story. In addition to what seems like an unsurvivable

Following that event sharks began to appear and they taunted the men, by encircling the raft. Sharks are one of my biggest fears along with the open ocean, and just thinking about being circled by dozens of sharks makes me tremble in fear. I don’t know how these men were able to contain themselves

Gunshots rattle through the metallic hallways, ricochets reverberate through every inch of the labyrinth, and explosions wallop against the user’s eardrums with such viciousness that the audiology is felt more so than heard. Phil Hornshaw says the “station shudders”, and that “klaxons scream and the alarms blare”, depicting his own experience as he fled through the ship during one of its action sequences (2). These poignant vibrations distribute a realism that drills into the user, demanding every bit of their attention. But as immense as the audio queues in the game are, the constant background noise is what really jackets the user. The ship’s frame moans and creaks, the ventilation duct vents shriek as they slowly open, and the machinery gives off a sixty hertz tonal that continuously beats into the viewer such that when it is not present a feeling of dread begins to boil inside. This ceaseless protrusion into the player’s audible senses perpetuates the feeling that the game is not just being played, but is being experienced. Yet as much as the audio, visuals, and story line give rise to a thrilling adventure, it is the simulation and interactivity aspect that shows the mediums true

It was an infected— a zombie. It was dragging one of its legs and it walked slowly and mindlessly in the pit.

The sound of shouts filled the air, men barking orders at one another. Then came a call for silence to listen for the voices of anyone trapped inside, screaming for help.

Once upon a time there lived a lanky little rat named Rudy. Rudy’s fur was very dull and felt like needles. She lived in a tiny village where all the animals knew each other. Every afternoon she would meet with her friends at the riverbank to tell stories of their morning. One day Rudy scurried to the riverbank excited to share with her friends a cheesecake she had baked just for them, but when she arrived at the meeting spot, no one was there. Worried and confused, Rudy hurried in to town to look for her friends there. Just as she reached the main road, her body froze as she watched the most beautiful creature strolling through town. Rudy looked around and noticed she was not the only animal in the village mesmerized by this beautiful