11: First Draft Of His Mind

It was a new day and I was standing in a crowd with Derek, amidst the picture clicking phones, looking at the now completely burnt black letters on the ground.

By now it was everywhere, all over the social media, it was the only thing everyone talked about. The black letters were all over the town. Conspiracy solvers had teamed up in groups to figure out the mystery that F3 is till now and also what the words meant, Exactly whom are they for?

The authorities had their team come over and they said it will take some time to clean this up. Some tiles would be changed that were out of stock for a while. They can erase it right now, it wouldn't matter, because it was already alive. It was alive and running in this town with it's own two feet. It seemed like apart from Eastwood these words would be the only thing this town would be remembered for from now.

We're here in the devil's land,

Doing God's work. -F3