It felt grate to have parents that trusted me enough to allow me come out to my thinking spot at such a late time. I've heard a lot of parents would flip tables if they found out that their kids were out so late in the cemetery no less. I believe that they allowed me not just because I have earned their trust but the fact that it helps me process my trauma. Plus it wasn't like I was getting myself into trouble like most my age, unless you count me exploring the dark web...

I made my way over to the wall and slid underneath it after pushing my computer through. Getting up and dusting myself off I picked up my computer and walked on over to my seat. My usual spot that over looked the city below and was out of site in case some security guard came by.

Once I have reached the spot I plopped my self down and looked out over the city. The lights twinkled like a thousand stars in the clear night.

I sat there on the ground for a moment absorbing the night air and the scenery that was in front of me. After a good moment of getting settled in I opened up my laptop and started to do a rough draft of the first chapter of my book. I wasn't sure how it would go or what it really was about. But I suppose that is the type of books I would write if I ever became a author. To be honest I didn't even know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. But I suppose it will come to me when it does.

I sat there in my spot writing on my computer when I thought I saw movement at the corner of my eye. I looked to the spot but didn't see anything. It could just be a animal or something like that. Turning back to my computer I decided to go and see if Mit messaged me.

Logging onto the site I saw that he did.

Mit1001: "Hey just checking to see how you're holding up."

Though that been almost an hour ago by now I messaged him back.

Me: "Hey! Sorry I just saw your message. I'm doing good. I decided to come out here to my spot to get some fresh air."

Mit was the only one that really knew exactly where my spot was. I told him during a conversation about spots that we love going to that we feel safe and comfortable. Apparently his was his bedroom. Which makes sense to me.

I told him about my spot and why it made me feel as it does and he was one of the very very few people, basically the only other one besides John and Janet, that accepted this and supported me. He didn't judge me for who I was which was refreshing and welcoming. Honestly even though I knew very little about him besides the few things he had told me, I felt that he was more of a friend now then anyone els. He didn't have to be my friend. It's not like some type of expectation or obligation. But yet here we are, as much of friends as you can get online or at least this side of the fence.

I waited for a moment not expecting him to write back but then a message from him appeared.

Mit1001: "You should go back home."

I blinked at the message in confusion.

Me: "What? Why? Nothing is going to happen in the middle of the graveyard. I promise no zombies is going to eat my brains and there is no storms."

Mit1001: "Just go back home now. It's not safe there."

I blinked and felt a bit uncomfortable. Why was he saying this? Nothing is going to happen to me. I looked at his message on my screen not knowing if this was some joke or what. But I knew him basically a year now and he never came off as a person to do those types of pranks at least on me.

I sat there debating rather or not to listen. Was there something he knew and I didn't? I wouldn't know how he even knew even if he lived near by. I mean he was deep when it came to the dark web and to other sites that only my imagination could ever guess existed. 'Maybe a secret society is going to do some type of weird ritual here for some reason? Maybe the one that has all the political parties in it? What was it called again?'

Me: "Why? Is there some secret society going to do some weird ritual out here?"

I chucked at such a ridiculous thought. 'Pshhh secret society ritual of the zombie?'

Mit1001: This is serious. There's nothing more I can tell you without getting you into more danger. Let's just say a very dangerous gang is going to be there and if they find you..."

I gulped at this knowledge and it was clear now he was being serious. Not sure how he knew but one thing was certain gang wars were nothing new to me. Hell being here in Cali it was an everyday thing. But I knew my cue when I see it.

I quickly logged out and gathered my things. Standing up from my spot I quickly made my way out of the cemetery. As I squeezed through the hole and was heading down the hill the sound of guns could be heard and an unnatural howl the pierced the night air. Goose bumps formed on my skin as I made a B line back home.

Once I got back home I went straight to my room and logged back onto the site. I saw he didn't message me so I went to message him.

Me: "I am not going to ask how the hell you knew a gang was going to be there doing some type of fucking turf war. But I want to apologize for not believing you."

After waiting a few minutes and not seeing a reply I assumed he was busy doing something at the moment. So I logged out and decided to change into my PJs. By time I did my business and had on my PJs it was almost eleven. Deciding to just call it a night I went to bed and laid down.

As I laid there trying to fall asleep I couldn't help but to think about the incident at the graveyard. Of all places why there I wondered as I looked out my window into the night sky. Closing my eyes I tried to sleep but I wound up just tossing and turning. After what seemed for ever I decided to get up and mess around on my computer.

I went back onto the site to watch a video on the rat people that lived in the sewers when I saw that Mit had messaged me.

Mit1001: "I'm glad you made it out ok. And yes I have my sources. What's important is you got out in time."

Me: "Yeah. Thank you again."

Mit1001: "Well I just didn't want to see you get hurt. You have a whole life ahead of you."

I couldn't help but to feel a spark of love, not romantic but more so friendship for him even though I didn't know him. But he was the only person out there that actually seemed to care if something bad happened to me to not.

Smiling at his message I replied to him.

Me: "I owe you my life then ;)"

Mit1001: "He-he I will remember that one ;)."

After a moment I messaged him back.

Me: "Mit, you know how you have taught me how to navigate the dark web?"

Mit1001: "yeah. What's up?"

Me: "Do you think you can teach me some more? I really am interested in becoming better at this."

For a moment there was no reply. I was afraid that it was asking for to much. Despite Mit teaching me how to navigate the dark web and even gave me some beginners tricks and advice to get around the walls and traps that would lay around in the shadows, he was a very private person and never give out to much. He talks about and jokes on people trying to hack him but to him it's the same amount of humor as if a cop had to deal with a kid trying to up one him and failed embarrassingly. But to ask him to basically be my mentor in this is asking for a lot. Not just because he would be sharing his own ways but it would also involve us to trust each other on a whole other level. Though we both trust enough to talk on here it doesn't mean it goes past this site.

I waited for what seemed a good while and almost thought he just dropped out when I saw a message from him.

Mit1001: "You know I would love too. Give me a day to think on how we can arrange this."

I wasn't sure if it was just me but I felt as if he is maybe happy I asked? Well either or I was relieved that he was going to teach me.

Me: "Sure thing Sansei." I replied with a chuckle.

After sending the message I couldn't help but to yawn and stretch. This was yet another eventful day. I got up and decided to get ready for bed. As I was getting ready I couldn't help but to think about how active it became lately. Not sure if it was coincidence or not. As these thoughts played on my mind I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. As I fell asleep I found myself back there when hearing the shots and the chilling howl that pierced the air.