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Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

gonna post tomorrow night sorry work is like

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Run!!!!

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

This is our diskord

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Told you we are ur fav

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Voice dictated it

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Insane.

The doctor seemed absouletly fucked no one really wants to believe what he was saying was true so a lot of people were just saying shit because they could say shit it was weird because you have all these people from all these different places and they're getting pulled apart now because of some kind of psychology that no one really understands. Alex kind of scratched her head and just looked around but then she started to realize that the doctor was actually right somewhat scared her the cop was the first one to start really talking out about it so just tell everyone how they need to get out and to stay calm.

That's when the sound from outside started to Echo it didn't sound like the doctor at all it seemed like something that wasn't really supposed to be there and that's what got Alex scared was the unknown. Once again it could be the police could be someone breaking in, it might as well be the doctor but it was stikl the unknow. There was a wave of anxiety that washed over her but it's soon subsided because she realized she was with a group of people from different walks of life a cop, a criminal and various older gentleman for some reason that calmed her and wasn't she wasn't quite sure why.

She got up and looked around the room and then kicked up at Salt line for a bit so not really knowing what to do but her full attention was dedicated to the police officer that was essentially in command of the group in that moment she looked up and faked the smile maybe things were going to be okay but a tingle of fear struck through her body - maybe things weren't going to be okay.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Lmfao.
Power just went out as im doing the response, let me try to get back on. Will see if im fucked.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

Car crash.

Not really but that guy totaled the windshield, buddy had no chance Zack was going 100 MPH and he was like a fly on a swatter. Mangled, distorted and twisted. He was so fucking dead, but poking him with a stick only seemed like the only way to gauge if he was still alive. So Alex did, Zack was throwing up in the woods and then Alex. He was twisting, gurgling in his own blood like an epic death scene from a cinematic but it felt too real to be a movie. White guy, looked rich at least but like in the movies the bad guys don't stick around too long. The drive wasn't too long anyway, to the lake - they were in rural Washington. Zack couldn't stop shaking "Fuck fuck fuck! We're.. We're so fucked Lex!". Alex sat shotgun with the window open in silence, the night seemed so inviting with the neon lights in the background. "Have some hope and I'll pray for us." She said solemnly.

Zack was a blond too, cool slicked-back hair he thought he was the next actor to hit Hollywood. Leather jacket, torn jeans and cowboy boots, she always liked his eccentricity. A heavyweight grew in her stomach on the thought of the incident, Zack cracked his fingers while Alex took a bible out of the glove compartment. Never really religious she said started "Our father, who art in heaven..." she prayed for Zack and herself, for forgiveness for their sins and for hope. A prayer only gets you so far, especially when you incapacitated someone and left them for dead.

They got to Cle Elum Lake and dumped the car, it was Zack's family car but it would become a write off as a stolen vehicle. His parents would call the police in the coming days but they never did get the insurance claim on it, something that weighed heavily on Zack. The two hitch hiked back to Seattle, two hippies coming from the west Yakima so they said. The trucker didn't care, he didn't mind the company - old guy in his sixties he was done trucking soon. They got back to Seattle the next morning, hanging around and watching the news was depressing especially when they found the kid.

Zack got out his dad's .44 later that day and held it in his hands.

Alex looked up, she spaced out for sure but the cop had started talking and her voice sent a chill down her back.

“Mr. McCoy, do you mind if I ask about the candles? I’m not the incense type. Is this strictly necessary? And what’s in them?”

What's in them? She inhaled through her nose and realized the smell was weird, Chinese food weird. She blinked in the semi-dark room, she was fearful.