Warr
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The way the day started, one wouldn't expect it to be anything spectacular.
Of course, Michael wasn't the kind of person to expect ANYTHING.
The day would start off as normal, MIchael would wake up and fling his damned alarm clock across the room against the wall, hearing the resounding crack of plastic and knowing he needed to spend another 15 bucks on another one.
He would pick himself up and drag himself towards his bathroom in his apartment complex, showering himself off, attempting to wake up. As he would step out of the shower, he would look at himself in the mirror, seeing the 23 year old male that had nothing special going for him at the moment. His jet black hair ALWAYS a mess, no matter what kind Gel he put in it, no matter how he combed it, no matter how much he washed it, he always had permanent bed head. His eyes were a dark green color, very noticable. The only facial hair he had was a beard, and even then that didn't stand out much. With a sigh, he dried himself with a towe, and went to go find something to wear for he day.
He would grab himself a bottle of water or a bottle of soda, something to help pick him up forthe day because lord knows the taste of coffee would always leave a bitter taste in his mouth. He would then prepare for work that day, which was ALWAYS a lot of fun.
Ashe prepared to step out of the door, on his way to the job in question, his phone began to ring. Grabbing it, he spoke. "Hello?" He asked. It was his mother. She needed...something for his dad. He rolled his eyes a little bit. His father needed hs pills, stating that they couldn't get up, their own car hadn't been running in years and his father the lazy bastard, never bothered to pick himself off the couch and fix it himself, and lord knows they didn't like those "Shady mechanics, they'll steal your stuff like they did all those other times". So naturally, Michae was the one option of doing all their stuff.
Apparenly he needed his medication, and the only way to get it was in the hospital in the next town over. Michael lived in a smaller town, so this wouldn't be THAT much of a drive. However, there was something...odd, something off about the way over to the next town.
That FOREST.
It was like...there was always something there, always something behind the trees of that damned place, watching you, waiting for you to make te slightest little mistake...
Well, thankfully, he had his car for that reason alone. With a sigh, he said he'd get the pills in question, nd hung up. Bloody wonderful, he was going to be late now, and possibly fired. As he hopped into his car and drove off down the road.
...
"Yeah, I can' believe I'm actually surprised by this." Michael grumbled angrily as he hopped out of the car, hacking up a near lung as he approached the hood. "Of course the fucking engine dies. I can't believe I find this fuckig shocking." He said as he opened up the hood and gasped, hacking up another lung as he fanned the engine down. Checking everything, he sighed. TYhe battery died.
"Well, time to call Triple A..." He grabbed his cell phone and punched in a number. Wincing, he looked at the face of his phone and saw the dreaded words.
No Signal.
"You hate me today, don't you?" He snarled up towards the sky and sighed, slamming the hood down and hopped onto it, thnking. He thought...and he thought he saw something in the woods.
Something human shaped.
Hopping off the hood, he approached them again.
"Hello?" He asked into the dark shadowy woods. "Whose there?"
Of course, Michael wasn't the kind of person to expect ANYTHING.
The day would start off as normal, MIchael would wake up and fling his damned alarm clock across the room against the wall, hearing the resounding crack of plastic and knowing he needed to spend another 15 bucks on another one.
He would pick himself up and drag himself towards his bathroom in his apartment complex, showering himself off, attempting to wake up. As he would step out of the shower, he would look at himself in the mirror, seeing the 23 year old male that had nothing special going for him at the moment. His jet black hair ALWAYS a mess, no matter what kind Gel he put in it, no matter how he combed it, no matter how much he washed it, he always had permanent bed head. His eyes were a dark green color, very noticable. The only facial hair he had was a beard, and even then that didn't stand out much. With a sigh, he dried himself with a towe, and went to go find something to wear for he day.
He would grab himself a bottle of water or a bottle of soda, something to help pick him up forthe day because lord knows the taste of coffee would always leave a bitter taste in his mouth. He would then prepare for work that day, which was ALWAYS a lot of fun.
Ashe prepared to step out of the door, on his way to the job in question, his phone began to ring. Grabbing it, he spoke. "Hello?" He asked. It was his mother. She needed...something for his dad. He rolled his eyes a little bit. His father needed hs pills, stating that they couldn't get up, their own car hadn't been running in years and his father the lazy bastard, never bothered to pick himself off the couch and fix it himself, and lord knows they didn't like those "Shady mechanics, they'll steal your stuff like they did all those other times". So naturally, Michae was the one option of doing all their stuff.
Apparenly he needed his medication, and the only way to get it was in the hospital in the next town over. Michael lived in a smaller town, so this wouldn't be THAT much of a drive. However, there was something...odd, something off about the way over to the next town.
That FOREST.
It was like...there was always something there, always something behind the trees of that damned place, watching you, waiting for you to make te slightest little mistake...
Well, thankfully, he had his car for that reason alone. With a sigh, he said he'd get the pills in question, nd hung up. Bloody wonderful, he was going to be late now, and possibly fired. As he hopped into his car and drove off down the road.
...
"Yeah, I can' believe I'm actually surprised by this." Michael grumbled angrily as he hopped out of the car, hacking up a near lung as he approached the hood. "Of course the fucking engine dies. I can't believe I find this fuckig shocking." He said as he opened up the hood and gasped, hacking up another lung as he fanned the engine down. Checking everything, he sighed. TYhe battery died.
"Well, time to call Triple A..." He grabbed his cell phone and punched in a number. Wincing, he looked at the face of his phone and saw the dreaded words.
No Signal.
"You hate me today, don't you?" He snarled up towards the sky and sighed, slamming the hood down and hopped onto it, thnking. He thought...and he thought he saw something in the woods.
Something human shaped.
Hopping off the hood, he approached them again.
"Hello?" He asked into the dark shadowy woods. "Whose there?"