Warning: Graphic and suicidal themes in content below. It's not really that bad, but just in case.
Also apologies for being late posting it here. I got kind of distracted and it's a pain copying/pasting it here.
Chapter 3: What lurks in the dark (Part 1 of 2)I found my way to my uncle’s bunker. My father was no where in sight, but my uncle was there. Well what was left of him. I found his corpse resting upon a wall in the shed. His body laid next to the door of the bunker and a gun laid by his side. Half his head was blown off. Blood splattered the walls. He had shot himself in the head. I couldn’t bring myself to move his corpse. His body rots in the shed to this day. I pass it by every time I come out this shithole. I guess that’s when it all began. When I became numb. When I forgotten what loneliness was. What fear was.
I hid behind a tree listening. My stalker seemed to be moving again, but his footsteps were frantic now. Had he lost track of me? A voice answered my question.
“Hello?” a man voice called out. “I know you’re there.”
I said nothing. He continued, “I thought you might be lost or hurt. Are you?” he asked slyly.
I didn’t answer.
“You’re alone right? I’m coming over, so don’t move. If you’re smart you won’t.”
Should I confront him or should I run?“
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