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Moving day.
I met strange lady at Cafe Net last weekend. She sat abruptly across from me, sweat dripping from her hairline. She looked familiar and I think she knew me too. She said her name is Ally. Must be short for something. She slipped me a paper and that's where it all began.
Time to go.
9:45am. Taxi dropped me off at an unpopulated boat launch. Strange enough as it is, creepy....Definitely not creepy at all. As I start to ask myself why the hell did I come here, I look at the note for the hundredth time. Call a taxi, ask for Mike. He knows where to go. Be there for 9:50am. Wanna be part of something truly amazing? Don't be late!
So here I am, with Mike the taxi driver. Standing and waiting, probably for someone to kill me. Hm. Wonder if more people are coming.
I look over to Mike, he's tapping away his fingers on the cars hood like if he's some kind of drummer. Pff, keep dreaming man. I'm sure your dreams are what brought you to be a taxi driver.
9:50 C'mon already. This Ally lady is ever PUSHY telling me not to be late. Well, where's this boat? I bet it'll be a patched up, rusted bucket with a man panicking trying to cover up the leaks. Oh! Never mind here it comes. Not what I was thinking. Too bad, it would have matched my mood and would have been the perfect ending. Death by drowning from a sinking, depressed looking tuna can.
Mike grabs my bags and gets on the boat. I follow and sit on the nearest seat. He hands me another note. Thank whatever god there is that these people aren't too keen on talking because I am aaaaall for it. Hurray you made it! I bet you are excited to know what's happening and where we are taking you. Don't be discouraged, I promise you good things will happen from here on out. See you in a few hours. ~ Ally
Oh yay! A boat ride lasting a few hours. How exciting. See my sarcasm? Well what better time to curl up in my hoodie and take a nap. It would be a good time to tell you about myself but I'm sure you figured out by now that I could care less of the life I have, the job I couldn't wait to quit and I couldn't wait to leave the friends and family that I don't have behind. See you in a few.
Tap, tap, tap
"Bruh, wake up. Let's do this."
"Yo, Mike. Don't ever call me bruh, bruh"
I hate that word, I could gut anyone that would call me that but jail is not for me.
We've reached an island. Pretty woodsy here. I bet the mosquitoes are big enough to carry you away. Looks too me like I'm about to live the rest of my days as horror movie. What'll it be? Bear? Wolves? Sasquatch? Cults run by morbid demonic spirits taking possessions of whatever lurks these woods? Well, I'm here now, let's do this, Mike
