Fuck it, break it open

You remember seeing an infographic about how to properly break down a door on the Internet a long time ago. One leg planted, and the other kicking the middle of the door straight on. You look down both sides of the corridor before trying this. Who's going to stop you from breaking in; the police? Fuck them, if they're still alive. You've always been curious what's behind No. 19. With a swift kick the door bulges. A few more and your foot breaks through, splintering a hole which you break apart with your hands until it's big enough to crawl through.

The apartment has the same floor plan as yours, except it's completely enpty. Dust hangs in the air, clinging to every surface. You can't feel but a little disappointed; you were expecting something, anything. Corpses, creepy dolls, some kind of conspiracy perhaps. But alas, nothing. You go into the living room. It's empty.

Or so it seemed at first glance. There IS something on the floor, black and rectangular and entirely caked in dust. Blowing the dust off you reveal it to be an old laptop. How strange. You open it and press the 'on' switch, bringing it to life, fans loudly whirring. There's no log in screen, and it takes you straight to the desktop. There's nothing on it, no files, no music, no video, no nothing. The only browser is Internet Explorer (ugh), and you open it. For a moment you think there's no internet, but strangely there is! There's nothing in history, but there is one thing in bookmarks. A site called... CHYOA.com. How odd. You go to it, and it takes you to a story called 'The Z-End Times'. You sit down and start reading it.