Note: I apologize for not having written anything in such a long while. As I mentioned a while back, I've been in the process of moving and couldn't type any new chapters. By the time I was considering continuing my chapters, I noticed that I couldn't log onto for some reason, and now I find that they've completely gone and messed it up. I guess I'll have to adjust to it.

Alternation

3rd Person Mode

Unique opened her eyes to the dewy, mossy ground below, her face in the soft grasses. She rubbed her head. Her ears were ringing. She panicked when she looked up and saw that Daniel was not at her side.

"Daniel?" she cried.

"I'm right here," he moaned, several feet away from where she was. He crawled over to her, and cradled her to keep her chills away. The fog was thickening. Daniel hadn't a clue of anything familiar around him. There was only a road that led further into the fog and a metal fence at their backs.

"Where are we?" asked Unique.

"It's strange," Daniel began.

"What is?"

"Where's the car? Why did we end up here? No tracks, no car, no mess.." Daniel stopped.

"Are you hurt?" Unique asked, concerned.

"I'm fine," Daniel confirmed. "I know where we are. We're several hundred yards from Rosewater Park."

"Rosewater Park.." Unique began.

1st Person Mode

I closed my eyes in the chilling air, and I felt the aura of my body lift itself far away and into the park nearby. In the distance, I saw a woman, her hair blonde and short. She was wearing a short, plaid skirt, knee-high boots, and a red blouse buttoned low. She turned to face me. She smiled.

I opened my eyes. She seemed so frightening. So familiar.

"We have to go there," I confirmed.

"What for?" asked Daniel.

"There's something there. A woman." Without another word, I stepped further into the fog, and followed the road ahead for the park.

"Hey, wait for me!" Daniel called, and quickly followed after.

There was a deadly silence, even for only a few hundred yards that we walked. Daniel was very anxious, as though he was expecting something to pop out any second. I tried to ignore him, but the more worried he seemed, the more it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I ventured into the park. What sun may have existed high about the deserted place had been blocked by more clouds, had that been possible. It began to darken, and I felt as though I may have been standing in snow, for the ground beneath me seemed colder now, but I didn't look down. I just continued for the lakeview, searching for the mysterious woman.

Daniel called behind me. He seemed panicked, but his voice didn't reach me. I moved further still, as though something possessed me to.

I saw her at last. She turned to face me, and I stopped dead in my tracks, for her attire changed within a second of what I saw of her before. Her face and hair, the same, but now, she was standing in a hospital gown, a shotgun wound to her head. She cried tears of blood.

I screamed, and faced Daniel. He held me close, and I then noticed the ground beneath me and why it seemed so different from before: the ground was no longer grasses and bricks, but was replaced with rusted grating, further below, still, saw no end. A neverending abyss.

"What's happening?" I asked. I held my head as I felt a wave of pressure squeeze me, and static entered, as well. I looked up to where the woman had stood to see a letter on the ground in her place. It appeared to be part of a family tree:

Dahlia and ?
Alessa (Cheryl)

"Too weird," I merely answered.

"Lemme see that," Daniel said, knelling to the ground. His face turned pale immediately after reading it.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"Nothing," he quickly said, and snatched the note from off of the ground. Under it's formal position, stuck in a hole in the grating, was a small handgun, loaded with fifteen rounds.

I looked to the other side of the paper as Daniel was examining this strange riddle. On the back of the paper was a scrawled message. "GOOD LUCK."

"Way weird," I confirmed, shaking my head.

"Give me that," Daniel claimed.

"What? This?" I asked, wavering the handgun in front of him.

He nodded, quite serious. "Yes, lemme have it."

"I know it's not a toy, you know," I said, as though I was being lectured from my father. "And I've had practice. I'm a very good shot, if that's what you're afraid of."

"You don't know the dangers out here," he shouted.

"I was stabbed by one of them, thank you." I paused. "You're beginning to realize that this isn't a dream, aren't you?" I quipped.

He didn't reply.

"I'll be fine. I know what I'm up against. Far more than you, I'm sure."

I turned and followed the grated path for the other side of the park, and hopefully, another exit. I felt Daniel's eyes on me, and had a sudden urge of danger. He sensed that I felt his threatening eyes, as well. From all that I had experienced thus far, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to turn the gun on him.