You turned away from the door and slowly walked over to the garden shed. You See the rickety old shed looks like it's barely held together by the old wood. There's a small cracked window you peek in but can't see anything inside because the glass is so dirty. You wipe at the glad but it doesn't help.
You see faintly the silhouette of something move inside and see it's a rather round silhouette and think it may be Dan.
You grab the handle and pull. But the door doesn't move. You feel there's no lock on this door. It must be stuck. You pull harder using all your weight into it and you hear the hinges creak loudly.
But then your fly back to the ground as the doors falls off the door frame with a loud crash. Luckily you didn't get hit by the door and you. You groan out in slight pain and look up at the now open doorway and you just about call out for Dan; when you stop as you see the silhouette come to the doorway and see it's much bigger then Dan. But despite his heavy hanging gut, he still shows signs of muscle with his broad chest and toned arms.
Your eyes widen in shock as you see a vary big man wearing a tattered dark brown pair of overalls. But your eyes lock on his face. It's no face of a man; he looks like a pig. Your mind instantly goes to thinking it might be a mask, but is sure is super realistic.
"Well well well...Look what we got here. A little runt ruining my garden? That just won't do." The pig gardener say as he pulled out a cigar.
The gardener lights the cigar and takes a long drag from it. He leans in and puffs the smoke into your face. You cough and close your eyes tightly as you back away. You open your eyes and see the man grins as he pulls out a large shovel and he walks towards you.
You feel a malicious air coming from the pig and rush for the door. But as you get close, it slams shut hard before you can get inside. You try the knob but find it's locked. You look back and the pig is still coming for you.
You have two choices. You can run for the maze and hope to lose the pig in there, or keep banging at the door.
