That Witch Bitch: Continued

Arrival

Music blasted through your headphones as you notice your plane gradually dipping downwards to land.

Ironically, you were listening to Nirvana's cover of The Man Who Sold The World.

But you barely process the song as you pull your headphones out and peer out the window.

It seemed that where you were landing hadn't been bombed because most of the airport was still intact.

Strangely, a green mist surrounded everywhere you looked and didn't disappear when the jet connected with the runway.

You slide your phone into your pocket, regretting that you couldn't listen to the next song on your playlist which happened to be one of your favourite Arctic Monkeys songs ever.

When the plane comes to a halt, you order your pilot to open the plane door as you wait beside it impatiently.

"I said, open the fucking door!" You demand, tightly gripping your luggage.

Suddenly, the door hisses, beginning to open.

To your shock, a figure dressed in a full hazmat suit is stood at your door holding a case and a spare mask.

You jump out of your skin for a brief moment.

However, as soon as you gained composure the figure shoved you back into the plane before you could take a breath and slammed the door shut behind the two of you.

You fell to a crumpled heap on the floor, showing your weak side to this random stranger.

Anger boiled up inside of you.

You would've screamed if you could but you were too shocked.

"W-who are you?" You say in a mixture of shock and aggression, getting back onto your feet which was an incredibly hard task considering the height of your heels.

The person in the suit doesn't answer your question and only hands you the case and a mask.

You click open the case to reveal an identical suit to the person's.

You weren't dumb, you knew what you had to do.

You pulled on the gear, it was so uncomfortable compared to the posh clothes you usually wore.

The person in the suit checked to make sure it was secure before escorting you out of the plane and into the green mist.

You didn't even care about what would happen to your pilot as the escort lead you across the runway.

As you walk, you notice a horse drawn carriage appear from the mist.

It was coloured jet black, even the horses were.

You clamber in, feeling oddly out of place in your bright yellow suit as your escort stands outside of your carriage in the mist.

You watch them as your carriage drags you away and notice him wave unnaturally like a clown in a horror film you had recently watched.

You feel your spine tingle as the two ebony horses lead you through the fog, out of the landing strip and towards an odd looking structure in the middle of an empty field.

You had a feeling of deja vu for a minute as the horses slow to a halt and you spot yet another figure waits to direct you inside what you assume must be Outpost 3.