by Ash Fanrico » Mon Jul 21, 2003 3:46 am
(I'll respond and further the other stories when said posters finally... post.)
The Nurse could tell he was reeling from this news... so she attempted to calm him. "It's alright sir. Try not to worry yourself. I'm sorry that happened, and that you had to hear this news. Try to relax." she said trying to reassure him.
Colin
The Good Old Boy finally made it back to his trusty ol' truck. Luckily nothing had happened to it while he was away, which is a good thing. But as he made it into his truck... Colin failed to notice a trail of footprints... bootprints to be more precise... very close together. It was as if the person were... shuffling. The tracks were headed in the direction of the town...
Nash
He parked his truck. It rumbled before finally stopping as he turned the ignition off. He sat back in his truck and thought about what these recent events could all mean...
Jim, the Investigator
Jim turned a corner and stopped his car. Yeah... he definately had no idea where he was. He got out of his car and stood on the sidewalk by which he had just parked.
He spotted a diner not too far away. This would be a good place to start. Maybe check around... ask questions to the customers. He headed in that direction.
Elsewhere
Clanton hated his job. He hated his boss, hated his piece of shit car, hated his home, and most of all... hated his damn wife. He walked along the streets, heading home from work.
He already knew what to expect when he got home. As soon as he had closed the door, his bitchass wife, Meriell, would yell at him that he's late (which is usually by only 5 minutes) and to take out the trash. All of that after he had been working all day in the local warehouse. Lifting heavy boxes, transporting things all around the place and unloaded the latest shipments. He was clearly not in the best of moods to be lifting anything else besides maybe a cup of coffee or the TV remote.
Thus upon decling the order, Meriell would do as she usually does, walk her lazy ass out towards him from the kitchen and bark more orders at his face. Man... did he love to be home.
No sooner had he finished that little thought when a sound came from behind him in a nearby alleyway. Clanton wasn't a pushover by any means, having quite a good considerable amount of weight and mass to himself. So he wasn't in the least afraid to go check it.
Besides... what was going to happen in THIS town? Only major thing that happened here today was the local shootout at the mall. But what one would have to understand is that hardly happens much out here.
That hardly clicked in Clanton's mind as he approached the alleyway. As he got closer, a shadowy person emerged. From the look of the person, they weren't in the best of shape as the stranger shuffled towards him. The man was wearing the usual trucker outfit. A red hat with some kind of Trucker Slang on it, a plaid button-up shirt, blue jeans with the worlds largest metallic belt buckle holding it all above the man's waist. He also wore some military boots.
"You ok pardner?" Clanton asked, thinking something was wrong with this man and that the poor bastard needed help. The most hideous look was on his face. The man looked like he was in pain, his eyes were rolled upwards towards his eye lids, his mouth was open, gasping slightly, and his face was contorted... as if he was in extreme pain.
"Hey... you alright? Answer me." said Clanton, as he obviously was getting more worried about this stranger. Looked like the type of person in serious need of medical attention.
The man walked up towards him. Without a word, he suddenly lunged towards Clanton and bit him on the right shoulder, tearing the skin. Instantly causing bleeding.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!" a bewildered Clanton asked as he pushed his attacker off. The stranger tried to lunge again, but was met this time with Clanton's fist in a wide right hook.
"Stay the hell away from me you psychapath!!!" hollered Clanton as he ran, but he was already feeling the affects of the wound and blood loss. He staggered as he tried to run from this crazy trucker. He thought about his wife, Meriell, and how much he'd rather be with her right now. He loved her... no matter what happens when he comes home.
But this stranger was not about to be denied of his meal. He shuffled towards Clanton, who was making very little progress in getting away.
Clanton wanted to be with Meriell, tell her how much he loved her, and this time... he wouldn't give a shit about taking out the trash... no... it wasn't as heavy as the boxes. He would tell her how much he misses her at work. God how he wanted to be with her.
The stranger lunged again, this time biting down hard at the back of Clanton's neck. Clanton tried to scream, but the pain wasn't allowing him. "Me.... Me... Merieelllllllll..." he said with his last breath as he passed out from the pain.