Narrative: Jeremy Creek
12 years ago, his world had succumbed in a cloud of fire and ash.
Succumbed. It should have ended. It was the only way he'd ever be able to deal with the humiliation of being strung up in that field.
The scarecrow.
They say, people in comas can hear everything that is said around them, they just can't respond. This became his world, listening to the nurses chatter and life going on around him, as he laid there. Unable to live with his humiliation and unable to die from it.
The doctors said it was an electrolyte imbalance.
He hadn't aged a day.
The doctors said he'd never wake up.
He did, the night of the electrical storm.
The moment he could, he smiled. A dark, smile as he quickly left the hospital.
Someone was going to die for his humiliation...but it wasn't going to be him.
[Closed Narrative. Game Note: There was a large electrical storm Wednesday night]