A small metal key fell out of the envelope and into Betty's hand. "Huh?!" She shouted in disbelief. She had expected a paycheck, instead she got a key to the diner's wine cellar in the basement. "What the fuck is this?!" Betty groaned as she wadded up the envelope into a ball and threw it against the wall. She looked back down at the key in her hand and let out a sigh. "Maybe, they have something in the basement for me..." She walked out into the diners back hallway and stood silently before the door to the basement. She had always hated going down there... even it the daylight it was creepy as hell. She took a deep breath and turned the key. The lock clicked open and she turned the handle slowly as it creaked all the way open. She felt around for the light switch on the wall and flipped it when she found it. The dark stairway before her was then illuminated with a bright and eerie glow that came from the overhead light on the ceiling below her.
She walked down slowly and made sure to keep her eyes peeled for any sort of movement. When she reached the bottom without any problems she began to lose some of the fear that had been building up inside her as soon as she climbed down the first few steps. It was silent and peaceful down here... nothing to be afraid of, right? Then she turned around. A screamed escaped her lips as she fell to the cold, hard floor. Upon the wall opposite of her were no less then a dozen corpses propped up against the wall in a line. Some were fairly fresh, only a day or two old, but some were almost a week old and heavily decayed. A lone spider crawled out from beneath ones eye and skittered down the side of his pale cheek. None of them moved, indeed none of them were undead, but the sight was the most horrifying thing Betty had seen in her entire life. Tears began to form in her eyes as she crawled away slowly and backed up against the wall. Apparently, the survivors had stored their dead down here before moving on.
After a few minutes Betty was able to get back up on her feet and walked a bit closer to get a better look at the corpses. She recognized three of them as employees of the diner like herself, but the rest were people she had never seen before. Each one of them had a hole in their foreheads, wounds made by a small caliber gun. Betty breathed out a sign of relief when she realized that they wouldn't be getting back up. She wiped away the remaining tears in her eyes and walked over to a wine rack that caught her attention. There was a note attached to a bottle of Pinot Noir that was barely legible in the dim light. It informed anyone who might be reading it to stay away from the factories on Oak Street, but it didn't say why...
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