The Devil's Carnival.
A land where you can never leave.
A land that only changes to the will on one person.
Tamara felt the world black out for the second time. She awoke inside a cage. She gripped her head in an attempt to stop the splitting ache. She looks down and sees a note with her name written in cursive. She grabbed the note and made her way to the end of the cage. She pulled at the gate on the side thrusting it up. She climbed out of the cage and looked down at her clothes.
"What am I wearing?" She said as she looked over the green dress that looked like it came out of a cartoon. She reaches up and touches her hair. She looked around for the person that changed her into these ridiculous clothes. She slipped the note under the waist tie of her dress.
She started walking around, looking for someone. Anyone. She was about to call out for someone when she was struck with déjà vu. She held back the words and decided to roam. She started walking along a path into a large tent. Carnival clowns were littered around the room all looking like puppets.
"Hello? " one of the girls did a twirl before swinging her arms up dramatically and falling to the ground. The clown had made a creepy crawl toward Tamara. Tamara let out a small yelp. She backs out of the tent. She turns into the arms of a man. He grips her arms tightly to restore her balance.
"Hey. Going somewhere? " His voice came out with a teasing note.
Any other time Tamara would have thought this man attractive, but his demeanor made a voice in her mind telling her that he is danger. She backed out of his arms. He looked like he was going to fight her, but then let her go.
"Hey you lost? " He nervously grabbed the back of his neck. "I am too. Maybe we should stick together until we find someone."
Tamara was about to decline, but then accured To her that she had no idea where she was. Maybe this guy could help her along the way.
"Okay." She said