chapter 1 welcome to Wendigo Forest.

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Sitting next to the sidewalk was a dark blue Ford Broncos Sports Big bend, two-thousand and twenty three. There was a young, teenage girl that leaned against the Ford with an annoyed sigh as she waited silently. The teenage girl had alabaster skin tone and blond hair that went down to her shoulders. The girl wore blue, jean shorts that went down a few inches past her knees with small holes by her knee caps and a small, pink tank top. She was facing a small, two story building with blue paint and black shingles on top of the roof.

The teenage girl yelled in annoyance, “Come on Zayn, we need to go get Bret and Sophia!”

A young, teenage man came out of the house with eight black, duffle bags and there were four in each hand. The young man had light tan skin and black short black hair that was only a few inches tall. He wore a brown T-shirt and blue, jean shorts that covered his knees and the teenage girl sighed as he walked up to her.

Zayn smiled as he said with a smile, “Sorry Anna, I was finishing up on packing my last bag.”

Ann sighed as she said in an annoyed voice “Alright, throw your stuff in the back and get into the car.”

Zayn smiled as he asked as he watched Ann open the driver's side door, “Hey, would you mind making a pit stop?”

Ann smiled as she replied, “As long as it is on the way to Brets house.”

Zayn smiled as he opened the back of the car and placed his bags in the back as he said, “We just need to go to a wearhouse near here. It's not too far from Brets house and it's along the way.”

Ann sighed as she said, “Fine.” 

Zayn slowly closed the door and walked over to the passengers side of the door, he quickly got into the vehicle. Ann quickly started the vehicle as Zayn shut the car door and they quickly started driving until they reached a large warehouse that Zayn instructed Ann where to go.

Zayn asked, “Why do you listen to this music?”

Ann replied, “I like to listen to Fuck You Up becouse it is a good song and you are in my car so suck it up.”

They slowly drove up to a small warehouse with boarded up windows, brown painted walls that were chipping away and the large hangar doors were rusted to the point that they didn’t look like they could be opened at all.

Ann asked as she put the car in park, “Is this the place?”

Zayn smiled as he replied while opening the car door, “Yep.”

Ann asked, “Do you want me to come in with you?”

Zayn sighed as he replied, “You can if you want.”

Ann quickly said as she got out of the car, “I am coming with you.”

She watched as Zayn got out of the car and quickly walked over to the large, brown wearhouse silently. Once they reached the large doors, Zayn  pounded on the door three times.

A voice from behind the door yelled, “Give me a second.”

There was a loud banging sound like something heavy was being dropped and a loud thunk as the doors squealed as they started to open. There was a young man that stood behind the door with a hammer in hand and once the door was all the way open, Zayn realized that the man also had a large knife that sat on the side of his belt. The man had dark chocolate colored skin and brown hair, he wore a whit shirt with a black coat. He wore black pants with a brown belt and an eagle belt buckle on his belt that was made of pure silver.

The man said with a smile, “I assume you are here to pick up.”

Zayn sighed as he said, “Yep, this is my friend Ann. She is here to accompany me, Link.”

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