Chapter 3: Wandering

I hope to God their not dead

I got out of the wreck, and winced at an intense pain on the back of my head.  I felt the back, which was already matted with blood. 

Where am I?

I looked around the mysterious city for a bit, shuddering at the silence. The fog was too dense to see anything.

Is this a ghost town?

I started to wander around the area blindly, hoping to find some life or better yet, my friends.

I turned down some street, sign was missing, when something caught my eye.  It was a truck or something that appeared to have slid off the hillside.

That explains the railing above.

I opened the driver door to see if anyone was inside.  All I found was a drivers license.

"Harry Mason huh? Not too smart it appears," I muttered while examining the wreck. I also found a notebook with scribbles on it.

Looks like from a child...

I felt sad that a child had been through this, when I heard a strange noise in the distance.  The sound resembled someone moaning of pain.

Maybe it's this Harry guy I thought

I closed the vehicle door and started walking cautiously towards the noise.  I continued until I found something.  Justin was hanging on a door to an adult book and video store.

I Shoulda known... I thought grimly.

"So close...." Justin kept muttering

"Even in the face of danger, your still as perverted as ever." I said loudly.

Justin jumped up and quickly spun around.

"Nick! Finally someone finds me!" Justin said joyfully.

"Well, you went to the most obvious place you would be at"

"I know, aren't I brilliant?" He said stupidly

 "Where's everyone else?" I asked

"Dunno, just been wandering around, looking for anyone, this place is deserted you know?"

"Duh!"

"Hehe…kind of obvious isn't it"

I sighed heavily.

"Lets look for the others then ditch this ghost town"

"In what?"

"Oooo Yeah….we crashed didn't we…"

"God….Justin you must try to be this dumb or something…"

"Yep!"

I shook my head.  We started walking down the street.  Justin kept looking back at the store with a sad look on his face.  We kept following the moaning noise, but at a slower pace, due to slight fear.

"Whoa, awesome!" Justin said

He ran over to an antique shop and picked up what appeared to be an old samurai sword.

"Hey, might as well have a souvenir from this trip, and who knows, that murderer could still be around…" He said nervously.

We continued further into the ominous mist, searching for any life.

I'm sorry…I cant continue writing right now…one of my good friends is dieing in the hospital and I just cant write anymore right now… I'm sorry..