The cold dark tunnels echoed their silence in Ryan's ears. The silence was intoxicating and it threatened to consume him. He sat on his bed with a stare that gazed at nothing with a blank face. It was just another day for Ryan Kilo. Just another day of cold food and a hard bed. The days came as quickly as they went, but times like these made each moment seem like an eternity.
Ryan's eyes glazed over like they had a million times as the same leak in the roof provided a steady rhythm of the same sound that Ryan had heard hundreds of times. Normally he tuned it out, but for some reason the steady beat of drops against the dirt-covered ground prevailed in his ears above anything else.
The small recess of his room seemed smaller than usual. The four concrete walls that made up his room in the barracks was made up of a small wardrobe, a bed and nightstand and a single desk paired with a chair. A few boxes of things that Ryan had brought from his old life that he had not even bothered to unpack sat in the corner collecting dust since day one of Zeta-78's departure from all that was sane. It was now day ninety-two. The only thing he managed to get out of his dreadful duffle bag was a picture; one single picture of a woman. It lay face down on his nightstand with nearly an inch of dust on it.
Everyone who knew Ryan, knew that he was practically a zombie. He hardly uttered a word each day to anyone and only came out of his room for food and the occasional target practice.
Until one day...
The day Ryan went from liar to lunatic was now closer than ever. From that day forward, everyone's lives in Squad Zeta-78 would forever change for the worse.
Everyone's, except Ryan Kilo's.
This is my first attempt at a text adventure. To be completely honest, it will probably dissolve into a story or a RP. Either way, I'd love it if you gave me a shot at Text Adventures since I feel that is my real passion. The only problem is I am completely inexperienced with them, so please be patient.
Feel free to post comments, questions and especially, critique. The first 'segment', if you will, should be posted soon.