CHAPTER SIX
I awoke again like waking from sleep. I knew that I had dreamed this time, something about Bill, but nothing more clear then that came to me.
I stood up. I was actually feeling okay, except for a pounding headache. However, I had expected to wake up injured or captured, or maybe to not wake up at all.
My foot had teeth marks dotted all over it, and it did hurt slightly to stand on it, but not enough to impair my walking. It was the headache that was really bothering me. I could tell that it was because of too much traces in too short amount of time just as surely as I could have told that it was because of loud rap music with heavy bass being blasted into my ears. I would have to find my way back to the clubhouse on my own.
A piece of memory came back then. I was nearly gone by then, but I remembered watching Bill just starting his ride, leaving me to whatever fate I had been condemned to. He had biked…
"To the left," I whispered. He had taken a sharp left and had gone to the Barrens. So that's where I went. But as I walked, I knew that I should be taking turns that I was not taking, and after a long while, I was hopelessly lost. I still had a headache, and now I had no safe place to be at to recuperate. I knew that if It came now, then I would probably just lay down and let it at me.
However, for nearly an hour, nothing happened, except that I kept wandering, taking lefts and rights at random. I stopped before a house that looked just like the other ones, but I could tell something was different.
"Yes, go in there," a voice whispered. It sounded to me (or maybe it was the way my mind heard it) like Bill. Enough had happened in this last day that I knew that sometimes, it's just better to listen to the voices in your head. So I walked into this seemly random house, wondering what I would find.
