Pinebrook Prologue

Dabihwow

Hi, everyone, welp today I am going to be showing you all the prologue for my short stories of Pinebrook. Just to tell you that this is just 1 page of the prologue and will progress as time goes on. I just want to thank you all for supporting and pushing me to get this done, for giving me advice as well. @Beelzeboop, @Wamps, @DoritoHead , ya'll have said you've been intrigued for quite some time my friends, well I hope you like it, and I would like you to give me honest criticsm ( if any) and feedback, Just be dead honest with it, I'm okay with it. But before we begin I will leave a warning for everyone right now

WARNING: The following contains, blood, gore, violence, sever language, adult themes, psychological horror, and definitely not for anyone below 18 ( Ironically including me lol), if you are uncomfortable with these themes please click out now.

            The sound of air wooshing against the windshield as the sun went down. There sat a man who was chewing on his sub that was his 'dinner' was driving down the road while listening to the state’s classic rock station. His name was Elliot Ford, he was a semi truck driver. He was a rather short and stocky man, with a proud and boastful beard. Elliot took another bite of his meatball sub as he continued down the highway passing the fields, the oak trees, and the farms of Indiana.Suddenly the sound of a ringtone caught his attention. He grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

His voice is a bit scraggly, the result of bad habits and exhausting work. He didn't check the number on the screen, but he could guess who it was.

" Hey you almost there yet, our client called us and the truck hasn't arrived." The voice on the other end asked. " Yes sir, I'm almost there, can't blame me with all this weather can you"? " I will if you don't get there on time." the voice responded Elliot sighed, he hated the bastard he calls a boss, it was always this and that for the man. Time is money, some he would call it.

" So if it is too much to ask, what's up with this town... Damn, I forgot what it was called, what was it again?" Elliott questioned " Pinebrook, it's a decent town with a bunch of shops and markets, it has a bit of an interesting history from what I've heard." The boss answered, " That's not a first." He commented, " Anyway I'm driving to the town, I’m looking for that gas station nearby.” “ Okay once you get their drop off the soda cans, potatoes chips, all of it, you got that?” 

        “Yeah, I’m al-.” Elliot was cut off by a loud clanging of bells, they were loud, foreboding, and there were chiming in the distance. “ Hey sir, was there anything about a bell tower in this town, hello?” Elliot questioned as he looked at his phone to see he lost connection and the phone to immediately power off. “The #########?” he worded, suddenly his truck lights flashed off surrounding the outside in the darkness. Elliot’s eyes widened, his belly tightens as he tried to get the truck lights back on, he lifted his foot off the gas pedal. However, he was still going at the same speed as he was before. “What the ######### is this?” he expressed with fear.

        ‘ Suddenly a loud groaning and whooshing from outside of the truck, it sounded like whispering, there was something human-like about it that unsettled Elliot. His head began to ache with pain worse than a common migraine, it drove him crazy. “ God damn it where am I!?” he screamed. Suddenly the lights of his truck shined once more, but instead, it shined on a building as the side of the truck slammed into sending it twirling on its side. Elliot screamed out but before long he banged his head against the truck, knocking him out cold. 

  The truck came to a foreboding halt. It stopped in front of a sign that everyone in town knew. It was the sign with the iron poles that have rusted in time. With a large decorated rectangle-shaped sign with it being colored in a green tint. The letters upon the sign were ingrained in brass and bolted upon it to give the sign a rundown yet magnificent look. The Words upon the sign read. “ Welcome to Pinebrook”.

glitchboi

@Dabihwow said:

@QwQw @glitchboi This really late in the ######### afternoon so bear this in mind I added another paragraph to Qw's edited page 2 to include Penny Hewitt and add her from the start. Essentially its the exact same as before just with another paragraph, enjoy.

Elliot fumbled about and struggled as he started to regain consciousness. His ears were ringing, they felt like they were going to burst. He shuffled around as he hung sideways from his seat. As his vision returned, Elliot strained his eyes to look around. He felt a moist, wet sensation dripping down the side of his face. He reached up to touch his forehead where he had slammed his head on the steering wheel. He retracted it and looked on to see warm blood dripping from his finger tips.

Elliot shifted about uncomfortably as he tried to un-buckle his seat belt, which was proving to be quite a challenge. Eventually after many failed attempts, Elliot reached into his right pocket and grabbed his lucky pocket knife he always carried with him. He unclipped it and sawed through his seat belt. He braced himself as fell a few feet onto his passenger side window, which was now the floor. Elliot shakily stood up, barely holding back the bile building in his throat. After a couple of minutes, he had finally regained his composure, and he looked around to examine his surroundings.

Suddenly a small metal container fell and bonked his head, he groaned in response. " Ow What the hell?" Elliot growled as he saw the container, he opened it to find a picture of a woman. She had brown hair, black eyes, and was petite in form. She wore a blue sundress as she smiled a warm, soothing smile. He knew her name as Penny Hewitt, a caring woman that he knew back at the church he used to attend. Elliot felt an ache in his heart, as he stared at the picture, he sighed and put it away from his view.

Elliot remembered that he kept a heavy duty flashlight in his glove box. He reached up and grabbed around until he felt the handle. After an initial struggle, he manged to yank open the box. Papers, dirty magazines, and the flashlight tumbled out and fell on Elliot. After digging through the pile of junk and porn, Elliot found his flashlight. Since the truck was flipped on it's side, both doors were inaccessible, leaving Elliot to have to crawl out through the broken windshield. Although he tried to sweep most of it out of the way, he still ended up getting some shards of glass stuck in his hand.

As Elliot picked the pieces of glass out of his hands, he looked around the empty building he was now standing in. As he shone beam of light throughout the room, he saw many abandoned mechanical parts and machines. Elliot came to the conclusion this must have once been a factory. He methodically walked around the brick building, searching for an exit. The eerie silence was abruptly interrupted by a shrill scream. Elliot paused, not daring to move a muscle. It was animal-like, but still nothing like Elliot had ever heard before. After some time passed, and no more screams echoed through the night, Elliot continued his search for the exit.

Eventually Elliot found a stream of moonlight breaking through a crack in a pair of rusty doors. With a swift kick he broke them open and stepped outside into the chilling night air. As he looked at his flipped over truck, he knew he would be fired. No one would be believe his story of bells, whispers, and a possessed truck. He let out a sigh and examined his new surroundings, and took notice of a decrepit green sign that read "Welcome to Pinebrook". "Yeah, thanks a ######### lot." Elliot sarcastically mumbled.

Oh that is awesome! Do you plan on updating other pages?

Beelzeboop

@QwQw said:

https://forum.deadbydaylight.com/en/discussion/comment/2307345#Comment_2307345

Forgot to tag @Beelzeboop.

Anyway, yeah, this just makes more sense. Helps to set up Penny's character more.

Ha ha, you don't need to tag me.

We've always been there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NI2PyUvTEUc

By the way, on an unrelated note, I want you all to check out Cry of Fear at some point. It's free on Steam, and has basically no system requirements, and it's one of the best survival horror games made that can still be acquired legally.

It's astoundingly good at times. It has some... rough patches, and it makes almost no sense until you've reached the end of the game (at which point almost everything makes perfect sense), but you can't expect an indie game made during the Slender era of horror on the same engine as Half Life to be completely perfect.

QwQw

@Beelzeboop said:

https://forum.deadbydaylight.com/en/discussion/comment/2307375#Comment_2307375

Ha ha, you don't need to tag me.

We've always been there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NI2PyUvTEUc

By the way, on an unrelated note, I want you all to check out Cry of Fear at some point. It's free on Steam, and has basically no system requirements, and it's one of the best survival horror games made that can still be acquired legally.

It's astoundingly good at times. It has some... rough patches, and it makes almost no sense until you've reached the end of the game (at which point almost everything makes perfect sense), but you can't expect an indie game made during the Slender era of horror on the same engine as Half Life to be completely perfect.

Sadly I don't have a Steam account, but I'll see if Cry of Fear is on Xbox.

Beelzeboop

@Redboneboi said:

Wow, thats a lot of pages, what even is this if you don't mind me asking?

Dabihwow is writing a book series inspired by the classics of the survival horror genre.

Me, Glitchboi, and QwQw are assisting and supporting the effort.

There's more to it, but that's about the basic gist of it. If you'd like to join in, feel free.

Beelzeboop

By the way, he posts Pinebrook stuff on his Deviantart account. The entire site doesn't seem to be that bad from what I've seen, so it might be safe to take a look.