Chapter 1A Chapter by Josh Ames
Jason frequently took walks at night. He felt alone, away from the stresses he dealt with during the day. Every night was the same. Jason would put on his steel-toe boots, and start walking the same predetermined route through town. He headed east, passing all the closed, dark shops, then turned right and headed towards the edge of town.
Jason used these walks as a way to analyze his day, his life. "I can't believe they're making me work this weekend." He thought to himself, getting closer to the edge of town now. He spent most of his time working in a small factory, pushing out car parts all day. This didn't bother him though. It's not like he had a woman in his life, nor any friends. No one he actually considered a friend anyways. He made it to the edge of town, and saw the familiar public park he used to play at as a child. Behind the park were miles of dense woods, which circled most of town. As familiar as everything appeared, he couldn't help but notice a shadowy figure on the ground, right in the middle of the park. "Probably Tom again," he joked to himself, walking towards the motionless figure. Tom was the local drunk. Every night he'd drink himself stupid, then wander home on foot. Usually he'd make it home just fine, but once in a while he'd end up passing out on the sidewalk. "Tom is that you?" Jason was only feet from the figure, and could see now that it was indeed a man. "What are you do-" but he was cut short as he took in a breath of something horrifically nauseating. The smell was so repugnant that it knocked him backwards a couple steps. The fresh air from the summer night had instantly become unbearable to breath in. Jason looked a little closer at the man, who was lying on his side, back against him. Was the smell coming from this man? Jason put his hand on the man's shoulder and shook him softly to try and wake him up, but something felt wrong. He pulled hard and turned the man on his back. He fell backwards in terror, using his hands and feet to scramble further away. The man's face was pasty white, his mouth open in an awkward way. The blood coming from his chest was shining in the moonlight. He got to his feet, knees weak. He looked around, hoping for some help, even though the nearest house was a mile away. "What do I do?" He started to contemplate his next move. "I have to call the police, d****t, why'd I leave my phone at home!" He began to turn towards town, but saw someone, or something running towards him, moving quickly. Jason was frozen, uncertain whether he should run or stay still. After a few seconds the dark silhouette became clear. It was a woman, probably in her early twenties, no older than Jason. "We have to leave, NOW!" she said hurriedly, trying to catch her breath. "What?" Jason said. "Listen, there's a dead body. We have to call the police!" "There's no time! Just trust me, we have to leave right now!" She looked terrified. Jason knew he had to listen to her. "Fine, lead the way!" © 2015 Josh AmesAuthor's Note
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