Surprise! After a two year hiatus, I got a random urge to write something. I don't know what I am doing exactly, since I am making this story up as I go, but we'll see if the plot makes sense eventually. Review or PM me if you have any ideas to help me further the plot please! Don't expect quick updates, I don't have anything prewritten, including this chapter (which will most likely be a very short intro chapter). Anyways, here it is, my first story in two years.

I can't remember how long I've been running for. I've sweat more liquid than my body contains. Where am I going? Why am I running? What am I running from? Those are some damn good questions.

It's hard for me to get the answers. I keep trying to pick my brain apart, but nothing seems to be coming back to me. Any single piece of information would be helpful, but I can't grasp one. Nothing.

I can't remember any of my life that I've been living after that night. I don't know what happened to me, or what happened to this world. All I know about the incident is the evidence right in front of me. The vines that are draped from buildings, the vines that are covering every inch of the ground and above, and the people that only seem to do what they are told, and nothing else.

After the sight of that, I kept running. And here I am now. Running. Until my legs fall out from under me, I will keep going. Not until I find an exit from this hell will I stop, and most definitely not until I find Sam.

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6 Months Earlier...

January 7, 2017, 5:08 pm, Amity Park

"Tonight is movie night Saturday. Sam will probably bring a Saw movie, as usual, and Tucker will bring a documentary about PDAs. It's always predictable with those two. I'm the one that is not predictable, therefore I must find a movie that they won't expect me to bring."

"So, as I asked before, why are you in my room?" Jazz asked me with a hand on her hip.

"Because you have girly movies in here somewhere. What's that one movie you always watch," I paused. "Scene Girls?"

Jazz slapped her forehead with her free hand and shook her head at me.

"You've been raised wrong."

I rolled my eyes at her irrelevant comment and kept searching for the movie.

"Can you just tell me where it is?"

"Here," she sighed, "Take it."

Jazz handed me a movie with a pink cover picture.

"Mean Girls? What kind of a title is that?"

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Sam let out a disappointed scoff when I put my movie into the DVD player.

"This is even worse than Tucker's PDA documentary," Sam sighed.

"Hey! My PDA is a work of art. And don't diss Mean Girls! It's a classic!" Tucker responded while grabbing the popcorn bag out of the microwave.

"But did you expect me to bring it? I didn't think so," I replied with a grin. Sam rolled her eyes at me and started playing games on her phone.

I was completely hooked about fifteen minutes into the movie. Regina is such a bitch! I hope Cadie's "protein" bars make her fat and ugly. Right in the middle of the scene with all the girls fighting over the burn book, the TV screen went black. A loud thud followed, and my ghost sense went off.

"I'm going ghost!"

As the two rings split and I transformed from human to ghost, Tucker and Sam stood up to follow me. Once I walked out the door, I saw that the power lines had collapsed, and fully grown trees were in their original locations.

"What the hell," Tucker muttered.

The air suddenly got thicker, and fog was spreading within seconds. It got drastically colder slightly after the fog appeared, sending a chill up my spine.

"I don't like the look of this," said Sam.

I walked down the stairs of my house and down the street. All of the power lines were collapsed as far as I could see. There were trees grown in their places as well. I never get bad feelings about defeating a ghost, but this time, something is different.

I'm telling myself over and over again to stop walking, but my body keeps going. I keep doing the exact opposite of what I want to. I can't hear anything at this point besides my footsteps on the cold pavement of the street. I try to look back and find Sam and Tucker but my head won't move. My mind is completely outside of my body.

My vision becomes clouded with an extraneous amount of fog, and my body finally comes to a stop. I know that the ghost will be behind the fog, waiting for me.

I looked down at my feet and saw a vine circling me. The longer I looked, the more vines I saw. Once I looked up, the fog had disappeared. A familiar mass of vines with a face and arms presented itself before me. One of its hands moved upward and the vines at my feet lifted me into the air on top of a platform of vines.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time Daniel. Finally, you will join us."