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Ted had parked the van on an abandoned dirt road that snaked through a forest. This area was about one mile outside of Kingsport, according to Dibiase's calculations.
"I think we should split up in pairs." Said Cody. "We should sneak in at the north, south, east, and west points of the village."
Since nobody disagreed with Rhodes, Ted said, "Choose you're partners guys. Decide where you will be entering."
Soon the "Posse" members were walking briskly through the trees. As the village came into Ted's line of sight, he began to tremble. "We're here. God be with everyone."
Cody gulped and felt goose bumps forming on his arms.
John and Phil headed toward the north entrance of the village. Mike and Dylan went south. Nick and Jake took the west. Cody and Ted crept east.
Dibiase and Ted were pretty much thinking the same thing. They had to be brave and strong for Randy. This was going to be difficult, considering they were both petrified. The two wrestlers would do their utmost best to be more courageous than the "Cowardly Lion" (at the very least).
While the guys were sneaking into Kingsport, the villagers were at the shore preparing for the upcoming ceremony. There were poles to hold torches staked in the sand. There were two poles about three feet from each other with thick rope dangling from both of them. The fish people were decorating everything with seaweed and shells. There was even an alter of white marble facing the ocean.
Back at one of the houses, Randy had been bound, spread-eagled to the bed, after fainting. He'd dreamed of suffocating amidst thousands of tentacles, and came to struggling. "Tied up again." Thought Orton in defeat. He didn't even bother thrashing in his bindings.
"I'm lost. There's no hope for me at all."