“Normal”

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I.D

Female

NAME: Sarah Lynx

BIRTHDATE: 01/07/1997

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The one thing that makes living there hard.

People going missing is normal, it's when there is Bodies people freak out.

That "government base" doesn't fool her.

The floor boards, once a brilliant white has faded to a chipped grey, the wallpaper stained with spots of ash and unidentifiable liquids.

Such is the home of a runaway, a desperate one at that. Pulling open the door, caused the door to sadly creak as Sarah enters the shack. Setting down her bag, she turns on her radio.

"Following the recent death of Ten Highschool students, the government has began investigation on wooded areas outside of Kengrow, They had asked anyone with information to contact the local sheriff or call 780-4985-0505,"

'Government investigation isn't normal..." Sarah thought quietly pulling out a bag of chips.

"Now, we don't know why government was sent, however, it is advised citizens to stay within town Limits during investigation"

*BZZZT KK*

The radio cuts out abruptly, just in time for Sarah to see a shadow outside her home. Immediately she shut off the radio and her hand finds a steel bat as she approached the door.

She opened the door to reveal Tomas, his family were the only ones who knew she lived here.

"Jesus Tom! You scared me!" Sarah yelled annoyed.

"Yo, your living, in the woods," Tomas laughed slightly.

"We gotta move, well you do but still," Tom said.

Raising an eyebrow, Sarah grabbed her backpack and duffel, filled with her few possessions.

"You have a radio, you know why," Tom told her.

"Doesn't mean I wanna leave forever.

"You can chill with me at the lodge till you can come back," Tom sighed, knowing very well she will never leave here.

The shack, was her safe haven since she was ten, when her mother died, she found it and fixed it with Tomas, it wasn't much, but this was her home. Not where a drunken deadbeat and a whore stayed. Leaving the shack Sarah looked back one more time, grabbing her bat and stuffing it into her bag.

   The forest was foggy tonight, the dirt path winded down two paths in a fork, one continues to the lake, where Tomas and his dad lived, and the other led to the bridge towards town, a two hour drive but an excruciating five hour hike with breaks. They silently stalk the woods toward the lake, thankfully it was only a twenty minute walk, however, they can only see up to ten feet in front of them.

"You sure your dad won't mind?" Sarah asked.

"Well, he did ask me to find you so...nope, besides, it might be good for you to sleep in a bed rather than that small couch," Tomas replies.

Soon, the silence continues, besides the odd cricket or two.

When they reached the lake the fog cleared, revealing a serene blue lake, and a navy sky. Mountains stood solemnly in the background as a waxing moon shone much like a flashlight, granting the dark night light. Fireflies flew around the lake finishing the calm watered area, with added cicadas, crickets and frogs singing a song.

The dirt path became a gravel one when approaching the fishing lodge.

Upon entering the lodge, they were greeted by Tom's dad, Mike.

"It's been too long!" Hugs and greetings were exchanged, and Mike sat on the couch.

"Well, it's a walk away I have no excuse!" Sarah says defeated.

"Well, I think we have an hour before turning in, why not some cards like the good ol' days?" Tom says pulling out a deck of cards.

"Sure son."

Halfway through the game, a white hybrid parked outside someone knocked at the door.

"I'll get it," Mike got up and opened the door to reveal two men, dressed in suits.

"What can I do for you gentlemen?" Mike asked, his hand on the door.

"Have you have noticed the fog sir?" The man on the left asked.

"Indeed I have," Mike answers.

"We were sent to deliver all civilians on town's edge a small informative package of what will be happening due to investigation, and warn you to travel fogged areas within a 4x4 vehicle as it is being used to draw out whatever may have harmed those killed recently," The right says handing Mike a file folder.

"May god be with you," Mike says closing the door.

"Goodnight sir," they said and left in the hybrid, into the fog.

"Now,You go unpack and get some rest, we gotta get up early for the funeral service!" Tom's dad said solemnly.

Obeying his demand, Tom showed her to her room for the next god knows how long.

"Thanks Tomas." Sarah finished unpacking.

Sarah wasn't ready to see the people at a funeral service, then again, no one was ready for the disaster that occurred.

All she can do is rest, and attend.

Tomorrow is another day.