It was pitch black and Zoe was left all alone to venture the flooded basement on her own. Without knowing Tony’s basement too well, she wasn’t sure where to look for the main power supply and soon found herself in an impossible situation. Water was constantly flooding in through the tiny grating at the top of the room, leading from the room above, which Zoe guessed was the dining room.
“Can you guys still hear me?” yelled Zoe at the top of her voice, which was surprisingly loud.
No reply from the others was heard, infact, the only sounds Zoe could hear were her own breathing and the splash of water as it collided with the rest of the water that had already flooded half of the basement. Zoe panicked now as she struggled to move through the water, she was beginning to regret volunteering to attempt to switch the power back on, but she was a good swimmer, so she figured she’d be alright.
Zoe slowly pushed her way through the water, she could just about touch the floor still but she knew she wouldn’t be able to for much longer. “Far right, near the top of the corner.” Zoe thought to herself – the location she was told for the power supply. Zoe heard a crash from behind her, it was the basement door, it had been forced shut by something but she wasn’t sure what. “Help me! Oh my god! I’m trapped!” Zoe screamed for help from the others but nothing, no reply was heard.
Zoe swam around the basement, looking for something, anything, a means of escape, a way out. Nothing was found, except for the power supply box which Zoe had found the moment she hit her head off while swimming, blood escaped from her scalp.
Zoe was oblivious to the fact that lots of blood was pumping out of the core of her skull and seeping through the torn flesh on top of her red scalp. She pounded the power supply box with her hands, which soon managed to break the door off of the power box. Zoe couldn’t see what she was doing but found a switch that booted the main power on, light filled the basement and Zoe sighed with relief.
Her joy was short lived as she saw the water level rising at a rapid speed and her body surrounded in blood, her blood. “Oh no! Ahh, my head!” Zoe uttered in pain as she swam towards the basement door, she could hear the others moving what sounded like a rather heavy piece of furniture away from the door which Zoe presumed was what was preventing her escape. Zoe was in a state of disbelief and worry as the water was nearly up to the top of the room, her head and chest were still above the water but she needed to get out fast or she may not see the others again.
Zoe’s feet were kicking like crazy underneath the water, she found herself kicking broken piece of wood and empty crates, among them was a thick group of cables leading to the mains supply box which Zoe managed to get her foot tangled around, she thought it was some sort of constrictor but saw this as impossible in a basement. She yanked her leg several times but couldn’t get it loose, if she couldn’t get this thing off her leg, she knew she would drown.
After several yanks of her leg she was gradually working the thing around her loose, without realising what it was, she finally pulled the cable out of the power box that sent a rush of electricity throughout the water. Tony and Jason finally moved the heavy furniture, which was a large grandfather clock that Zoe passed on to Tony when she moved from her old house, away from the basement door. It had fallen before gradually being lifted up by the water and floating along the floor.
The sight was disturbing, Zoe’s corpse floated belly down towards the basement door as it rose with the water, the irony was unbelievable, Zoe’s clock prevented Zoe’s escape, if only she hadn’t given Tony that clock, she may still be alive now. The thought of them not being able to move Zoe out of the basement due to the electricity was heart breaking, Jason quickly shut the door and left Zoe in there to float. Jason and Tony walked back towards the others in the conservatory, tear in their eyes, preparing themselves to pass on the disturbing news. This was the worst pain they’d ever feel.
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