Chapter 2
"What a night," I say to myself. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck. What happened last night? Did I drink to much?"
The snow disappeared quite quickly outside. I went to the front office again to see if anyone was there. Once again no one occupied the front desk. I noticed another one of the keys were missing. Perhaps someone else stopped by last night. The weather changed dramatically. Their was no trace of snow, and the temperature was warmer. Fog engulfs the town, as silence sends an unusual feeling in the air. Maybe it was the chill of the fog. I need to find out where I'm at, I'm not familiar with this town. Frankly, I never knew it existed. I walked to my truck, opened the door and found a 9mm automatic on my passenger seat.
"How did that get there?" I wondered.
Not thinking much of it, I tried starting my truck. But the engine wound not turn. I kept trying, but no luck. With no other choice I decided to search around for a mechanic. I stared over at the 9mm automatic, and something told me that I better take it along. So, with the 9mm I walked out of the truck and started walking. This town really does seem deserted. Everywhere I look I see no sign of any life form. Although I had the strange feeling of someone following me. I looked around, but of course I saw no one. As I was walking, a building caught my eye. Brookhaven Hospital. That name seems so familiar to me.
"Excuse me." Someone said.
Startled I turned quickly pointing the gun straight at the man's face.
"Whoa! I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare. I just want to know if you know where we are?" The man said.
"Sorry about that. I'm a little jumpy. It's so good to see another human being. And to answer your question, I'm just passing through, I've no idea where I'm at." I said. What's your name?
"My name is Austin. Austin Hunter. And you are?"
"Jacob Carlton. Were you the one parked in front of Jack's Inn." I asked.
"I just got here. I'm lost and I'm trying to get home." Austin replied.
"I wish I could help you, but I'm lost as well. Where are you from?"
"Well I'm going to look for a phone."
"Wish you luck finding your way home" I said.
"You too."
As we parted ways I began to realize why this place seems familiar. My wife used to work here as an assistant. I mean….my ex-wife. I decided to check the place out.
"What a night," I say to myself. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck. What happened last night? Did I drink to much?"
The snow disappeared quite quickly outside. I went to the front office again to see if anyone was there. Once again no one occupied the front desk. I noticed another one of the keys were missing. Perhaps someone else stopped by last night. The weather changed dramatically. Their was no trace of snow, and the temperature was warmer. Fog engulfs the town, as silence sends an unusual feeling in the air. Maybe it was the chill of the fog. I need to find out where I'm at, I'm not familiar with this town. Frankly, I never knew it existed. I walked to my truck, opened the door and found a 9mm automatic on my passenger seat.
"How did that get there?" I wondered.
Not thinking much of it, I tried starting my truck. But the engine wound not turn. I kept trying, but no luck. With no other choice I decided to search around for a mechanic. I stared over at the 9mm automatic, and something told me that I better take it along. So, with the 9mm I walked out of the truck and started walking. This town really does seem deserted. Everywhere I look I see no sign of any life form. Although I had the strange feeling of someone following me. I looked around, but of course I saw no one. As I was walking, a building caught my eye. Brookhaven Hospital. That name seems so familiar to me.
"Excuse me." Someone said.
Startled I turned quickly pointing the gun straight at the man's face.
"Whoa! I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare. I just want to know if you know where we are?" The man said.
"Sorry about that. I'm a little jumpy. It's so good to see another human being. And to answer your question, I'm just passing through, I've no idea where I'm at." I said. What's your name?
"My name is Austin. Austin Hunter. And you are?"
"Jacob Carlton. Were you the one parked in front of Jack's Inn." I asked.
"I just got here. I'm lost and I'm trying to get home." Austin replied.
"I wish I could help you, but I'm lost as well. Where are you from?"
"Well I'm going to look for a phone."
"Wish you luck finding your way home" I said.
"You too."
As we parted ways I began to realize why this place seems familiar. My wife used to work here as an assistant. I mean….my ex-wife. I decided to check the place out.