Chapter 3: Better Than Alone
"So, Wilson, where exactly are you staying?" Emily asked.
"Well, first I was camped out in my car with my buddies after it broke down, but somehow... I don't know how to explain it, but it disappeared. Then I found this old house but I couldn't stay there because... Well, you'll have to see it to believe it," the police officer replied.
"What do you mean? What happened?!" she abruptly demanded.
"This town, it's... it's not safe. We should get out of here," Wilson said to her. "Maybe I can try to jumpstart your van?"
"Sure. You can try. I think it's pretty dead though."
"So, where is it parked?"
"It's, uh, it's over there," she pointed at the fog and to her surprise she could not see the vehicle. "I swear! It was right over there!"
"It's gone?" Wilson asked with a slight smirk.
"Maybe Dan took it or..." She saw the look on his face. "Shut up! It's not funny!"
"Who's Dan?"
"He's my cameraman. He, uh, went missing this morning."
"The town... I don't think it wants us to leave."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"
"It means," said Wilson, "That we're screwed."
"Well, then we should find a way out!" Emily yelled.
"All the exits I've seen so far are blocked off..."
"Well then how the hell did you get in?!"
"I, um... I don't remember."
Emily rolled her eyes. "Well, I came in from over there. Let's go."
Wilson nodded. "Wait! Before we go, let me give you this. It's better than that pole." He handed her a pistol.
"What the fuck do I need this for?"
"You'll see," Wilson chimed.
Emily was frightened by his words. What exactly was she going to have to defend herself against? Maybe he was crazy? After all, he'd been in this town for a while, seemingly alone. Emily didn't realize until now that she really didn't know him very well and she really didn't trust him. Emily sighed and thought, "I guess this is better than being alone."