I kept walking towards town, the town that my dead wife had mentioned in the letter I recently received. Her name was Mary, She died of an illness three years ago. I must be going insane, it's impossible for the dead to write things to the living, or at least I think so. With every step I take, I question my sanity more and more, but the more I think about it, the more I want to go see her. She was everything to me and more. I must be going insane, I keep hearing weird noises on this dirt path I keep following, and why haven't I seen anyone yet? This is a resort town after all, so where is everyone? As I started to jog to get my mind off of the absence of people, I suddenly noticed that fog had surrounded me, or was it ash? I'm pretty sure it was fog, which isn't all that strange considering that this is a town built around a lake. I stopped for a few seconds to check the map long enough to notice that I was only fifty yards away from the navigation deck I had started out on. I remember grabbing this map from my car before starting to walk on this winding pathway of red earth, But how could I be only fifty feet from the Deck? It feels as if I've run for hours. Then I noticed something, the light around me was slowly fading to darkness, in the distance I heard a Siren go off, it sounded like the old storm sirens back in South Ashfield. My vision was slowly fading to black as I ran fearing what would happen if I got caught in the darkness. Suddenly I felt something cold and hard hit me in the face, knocking me off my feet. Looking up I noticed it was a body, lacking it's skin, and upon further examination, I noticed it was a female, then the eyes that were full of pain looked down on me and the mouth opened to say "Please, help me, he's coming!" That's when I noticed that not too far in the distance, there was a screeching sound, as if a heavy metal object were being dragged across the ground. Rising to my feet with an increasing lack of visibility, I sprinted into the darkness hoping that I'd be able to find refuge before whatever was making that noise caught up to me.
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