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CHAPTER 1
"One caramel macchiato, please."
"Your usual, sir? Coming right away!"
'Most peculiar. I feel like I've done this before. Well technically I have, but that's beside the point.'
In an indistinct side cafe in suburban Texas, a young man of early twenties stood before the shop's counter ordering his usual morning cup of jo. All was of the mediocrity – the scene, the people, the food – everything was in its proper place, nothing out of the ordinary. John Smith, the person who just bought the coffee and the epitome of blandness, just cannot help the feeling that something was not right however.
And the reason for that was coming at him at an alarming rate.
"MOVE!"
Barely having time to look at where the sound was coming from, John dodged to the left, effectively sending himself sprawling on the floor as a cart full of overly large pot-like containers of something rammed on the counter just where he stood a second ago, a man attached to its handle. A man that, heaven forbid, was bleeding and seemingly dead.
"Call 911!" someone screamed overhead. Maybe it was the cashier girl, though any other was good too. John just thanked the person who acted immediately because he sure as hell wasn't in any position to do anything but gape. And on the side, scream. In all the commotion the man was able to turn his head in the direction of John and stare at him with empty black beady eyes.
He knew that man.
And his head was splitting open because of it.
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