WHO: Gwyn, Open
WHERE: The Woods and the Newly Found Graveyard
WHEN: Early Morning

( Of Sleepless Nights and Disconcerting Finds )

Who: Colin and open
Where: Alfa -2 and then out around town
When: After 2pm

( Worst hangover ever )

Rolling his shoulders like a prize fighter about to go a few rounds, he opened up the front door and saw...

A row of cottages just like the one he was in and nobody around. Fuck. "Okay, guys," he called out as he stepped into the sun, shielding his eyes and wincing as his headache got worse. "This isn't fucking funny anymore. Come out here so I can kick your asses for this. What the hell did you guys put in my drink anyway?"

Yeah, nobody was coming out. Oh this wasn't fucking happening. Reality was slowly setting in and he was beginning to get very worried. "Hello?" he called out. "Is anybody there?"

Fuck