User:Infected32/ A day in the life

Chapter 1: The station
“You know that you’re going to be late right?” The voice was from the guy who was waiting for me to start leaving, most likely to see if he could steal my Black Forest Cake that I had bought from an old friend. “I know that, you Troll. And you aren’t gettin’ my cake.” He looked shocked that I knew what he was thinking. “Alright, dude go on to Ravenholm it’s not the first place I would go to but you’ve already got plans.” I felt sorry for snapping at him because of my cake so I said, “Here,” I cut him a piece with the pocket knife Jordan had given me a few months back, “Have some. This is all you get though.” He grabbed the piece running off shouting ,“ Thank You!” I couldn’t help but put a smile on my face for what had just happened. I kicked myself, for no apparent reason, though.

I waited for the train. An hour late already. Then the loud speaker came on saying that the train was delayed. For the love of Skype, why? Delayed and no reason for it. A bus ticket and a train ticket were equivalent around here. I could trade my train ticket for a bus ticket at the office. I walked all the way to the office to get a new ticket. The man behind the counter looked up at me in disgust, “So! You must’ve missed a train, didn’t you!? Well let me just say that I can’t deal with you guys anymore! Missing trains.” He muttered a bunch of other words that sounded more like gibberish. Then he looked at my ticket, “Oh, your train was delayed. It’ll be coming into the station in... a day. If you want to what that long.” I sighed, “ No, I don’t want to stay in this city another day, they’re only going to hold my Apartment for 3 hours today and then give it away. I need to get out of here, now I just want a bus ticket to Ravenholm.” I finished the sentence with a sigh. This guy seemed to wonder why I wanted to go to Ravenholm. He even asked, “Why Ravenholm? What do you seek there?” I shrugged. A better way of life and a new city where you don’t owe someone money. I day dreamed of Ravenholm wondering if it was the right pawn on the chess board. The man left the room to go into a back office. I looked on the desk and found a small glass figurine. I picked it up. It snapped in half. I looked around to see if anyone saw me, no one did so I put the figurine on the counter. When the man came back he said that the buses were not coming until 3:00PM because of the strike. I was getting impatient, “How far is Ravenholm from here?” The man looked up, “10 miles, why?” I looked behind me at the tracks and looked to where they turned into a tunnel, “I’ll walk there.”

Chapter 2: The tracks
My luggage was only one suitcase and a cake, just the essentials. It had been at least 25 minutes since I had left the station to walk to Ravenholm. The man said at least an hour and a half to walk there. He said I should’ve just waited for the buses to get there. There was only 12 minutes until they would get to the station. No time for regrets, what’s done is done. Kept walking. I found a mile marker, 5 miles. Five to go. And it’d been an hour. Only 30 minutes to go. A bird scared me with its loud CAW! “Ravens, now I know why it’s called Ravenholm.” I kept walking. Finally, I got to the mile marker which said, 10 miles. Right next to it was a sign that told me I was in the right place.

Chapter 3: Welcome To Ravenholm
Welcome To Ravenholm, It’s safer here. I hope. I walked up to where the station would be and it had a large metal gate blocking the entrance. It could be opened from the other side if I could get someone to. A man sitting in a booth asleep, in his hand was a half eaten Cheeseburger. I yelled at him to open the gate. He didn’t seem to hear. I found the biggest rock I could and threw it at the booth’s window. BOOM! The glass shattered and fell outward. The man still didn’t wake up. I found a smaller rock and threw it at him, the rock hit the cheeseburger. He fell out of his chair. He stood up and yelled, “Oh crap not the window again! Shoot, I could get fired for falling a sleep on the job. Maybe not.” I shouted, “Hey can you open the gate up I’m trying to get in!” He messed around with something in front of him and the gate opened. On the other side was another gate. I sighed, shook my head, and looked up at him again. He shrugged. All of a sudden the gate opened. There was the end of the tracks and the station. I walked through and got into the city. There was a bus waiting for new arrivals. I looked at the address on the note I was given for my apartment, Raven apartments, 446 S. Lled street. I could walk there if I knew the way. I got in the bus and told the bus driver the address, the driver just looked at me and said, “I t’nod wonk tahw er’ouy gniyas.” I looked at him and said, “446 Htuos Dell teerts.” The driver nodded and drove off. Mesopadamians in Ravenholm? It was only a few minutes before we arrived at the complex. I got out, “Knaht ouy.” He nodded and smiled. The place was kind of dull looking, much like the city. The front desk smelled like bird poop. The guy behind the counter was typing on the computer. He didn’t even seem to pay attention to my presence. I tried to get his attention, “Sir?”. He didn’t answer or even look up. I tried again, “Sir?”. Still nothing. This time I looked on his shirt for his name tag. Nairda. Another Mesopadamian? “Ris?” He still didn’t look up. “HEY FAGOLLA I SAID SIR!” He looked up slowly, “Did you say something?” I nodded, biting back on my anger, “I need the key to apartment number 115. The guy looked at me and said, “Which 115 there are the ones A-Z.” I looked at him again stupidly and said, “The one that’s Vacant.” The guy smiled, “That could be, A,B,C,D,F,L,M,N,P,Q,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z.” I just did a Face-Palm action and said, “The one under my name, Damian S.” The guy dug into the drawer desk and handed me the key. I walked out to my apartment, 115 A. The door opened slowly and the smell of Smoke shot out at me. I unpacked and started to eat my cake. As it started raining. This is home...

Chapter 4: Heavy Rain
I fell asleep only to wake up to the sound of a Car going by on the street hitting puddles. My cake was still sitting there. I looked out the window. I had to go somewhere to get groceries and found a job. It would take some time but not as long as it had in Skype. The rain was getting heavier and I was walking faster. I took a turn on a street where no cars were and fog was all around me. The rain reminding me of where I stood in things. The sounds of footsteps behind me made me start walking faster. Keep walking, Damian just keep going. I was lost in the fog the sidewalk soaked with rain. The footsteps stopped behind me. I turned around, no one there. I must be going crazy. I continued to walk, every now and then I’d hear them again. I stopped early to see if I could hear what they sounded like, wet sloshing footsteps, like a wet animal. I turned around. An outline of a Teddy Bear in the fog made me jump. What the hell? I didn’t walk towards it but I didn’t walk away either. It was just standing there. It then walked to my left and got lost in the fog. ''Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that cake. '' There was a hill where the bear had gone. It was still raining hard and I was still walking. I finally found a store. I went inside to where it was dry not to mention so much brighter. I was the only one inside the store, except for the cashier. I decided not to talk to him. Just get the stuff and get out. This town has you paranoid. I grabbed an abandoned cart and started loading it up. I got up to the check out counter, paid, and got out. No car, no easy way back. Started walking instead. Found my way back to my apartment. Alright now you need to just go to sleep. I put away all the stuff. My bed was dry also warm. I sighed. The Bear, what was it doing? Am I crazy? ''Drop it Damian, the cake made you think back in the past. The bear wasn’t there. It wasn't there.''