SIR

Entrance to Another Realm

8 DAYS LEFT

Norman's point of view

Scott stepped out first into the quiet neighbourhood, shining his flashlight onto the road.

We walked out onto the landing. There's a hint of thunder in the air. Is it me or is everything a bit.. redder?

"Why is the sky dark red?"

Esther asks. I think he just read my mind.

"I don't know. I think it's the facto--"

There's about 15 steps up until the landing where the front door is. The steps are a bit steep.

Scott trips over a stone - no - a rock on one of the steps, flings his flashlight at Oliver's leg, and falls face first into the grass.

"Jeez, what on earth are you doing, Scott?"

He doesn't answer.

"..Scott?"

Oliver bends down and picks up the flashlight, looks at Scott, then gently shakes his shoulder.

"Scott. Get up."

"Oliver, is he de--"

"Not on my watch. Get the fuck up already!"

He turns Scott around to face him, only to regret it afterwards.

"Holy shit there's a 14 inch wound on his face! And there's bruises on his cheeks!"

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"Heeeeey!! Anybody!! Open up!"

Esther shouts at almost every door in the neighbourhood while knocking on their doors, or ringing the doorbell excessively.

"My god, these people are degenerates. We have a fucking emergency here!"

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Oliver's point of view

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"How could I be so fucking dumb? I was just like 'SCOTT SIT THE FUCK UP' when you're probably dead by now! I'm such a dumbass!"

I pace around on the sidewalk besides the [probably dead] body of my friend while my leg hurts like someone shot it. "Well just 'fuck me, fuck you' am I right? Heheheh.. fucking piece of shi--"

I turn around to kick a rock when I hear screaming. Esther screaming.

"Have you even seen Sanderson?! He looks dead! Dead!"

Probably one of the neighbours started an argument with Esther, regarding the.. probably dead body of Scott Sanderson.

"Fuck that stupid athlete anyway! He's a goner, 12 year old!"

Billy?

"Little sh--"

I turn around to see William Mayfield, my older brother, arguing with Esther.

"HEY!!!!!!!!!"

I shout in the distance as Billy turns his head to me.

"FRUIT!!!!! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!! AND BRING THE NERDS TOO!!!"

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Esther's point of view

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"How did you even get that far? I only turned around for like 2 minutes."

"I'm good at track and field. Participated in 5th to 6th grade."

"Oh," Oliver answers. "So I guess your just good at everything."

Lightning shatters the air as we walk back to Norman's house, him just observing us talk.

He grasps my hand in fear. "Let's run faster."

Norman usually liked storms. Which was weird because now he seemed.. scared?

I turn around to look at Norman, but I spot something behind him.

A figure of a man speed walks towards us.

It's that same man I saw in the forest, all those days ago.

"Let's fucking move!" Oliver shouts.