You quickly gather up your stuff as quickly as you can thankful that this crazy bitch is even giving you a chance for survival. You curse yourself for reconnecting back to the system, you knew someone was doing some shit like this; you just had the wrong person.

You make sure to take your pistol, you have no idea what the outside world is like now, but you’re sure you’re going to need it. As you hear the elevator slowly reach the bottom you fill up a couple of your empty bottles with water, you hope you’ll have enough to last you.

“I sure hope you’re ready, because the elevator is.” Miranda says.
“Yeah, okay, okay!” you answer and get in the elevator, which begins to ascend.

Your current state of mind is a mixture of fear and anxiousness. Part of you begins to wonder if it won’t be so bad on the surface, after all…then the elevator suddenly stops and doesn’t continue, your fear begins to overwhelm you completely when you hear Miranda’s menacing voice again.

“Well I’m glad you had the intelligence to take a gun with you, it should certainly save you from the slow death that occurred to Shadow when I trapped him in the elevator. I’ll inform Becky you said goodbye.”

You scream out, but there is no one to help you. You’ve effectively been trapped in an even worse situation than you were before. There isn’t any service access, there’s no panel you can pry open, even the solid steel door is a single piece that slides one way. You wouldn’t be able to pry it open even if you had the strength to do so. You’re doomed and you know it.

Miranda was right; there isn’t any point in prolonging the inevitable. You take your gun, hold it to your head and close your eyes…