posted on Jul, 28 2021 @ 01:20 AM
He was on the run, since this morning. The bug out bag and his mental condition were weighting heavy on him. He was lucky to get a hitchhike, but they
only got him to the next village.
His phone was dying, so he decided to go into this coffeshop and have something to drink and a good smoke, while he recharges his phone. He went to
the counter, selected his favorite pre rolled, ordered something to drink, and went to find a table.
Sitting there smoking and waiting for his drink, he tried to make sense of the last couple of days. So many coincidences, and happenstances, where all
He was feeling exhausted, and very thirsty. The moment his Homebrew Ice tea arrived he drank it in one fell swoop, that was good, or was it…strange
slightly bitter aftertaste…
It’s as if he was fighting something, someone, on a level he did not believe to exist until recently. On top, it seems most of his peer group was
well aware what he was going through, but did not share any insights, as if they were the ones perpetrating it. He found himself alone in a world of
predators, imposters, and thieves.
He started to feel a little out of phase, but didn’t give it any more consideration, as it was to be expected. Suddenly the waitress walks up on him
asking if everything was in order. It sure was, but never before has a waitress in this establishment come to him asking anything. That was odd, and
he started noticing some pain in his stomach… was this another attack, he looked around and found the barman giving him a suspicious look.
He paid and left, with increasing belly ache.
Walking down the road leaving the village, he started to get delirious, something was off. Did they get him for good? The bitter Ice tea? That thought
started to weigh heavy.
Further down the road there was a grave size hole dug out, which prompted him to call his mother, after a weeping phone call, he was now sure he was
all alone, everyone he ever knew was in on the scheme, there is no way to survive this. Desperate, he took off his backpack and laid down into, what
was clearly meant to be his grave...