We arrive at a motel. I pull out a map from a pouch on my bag pack, unfolding it I draw a checkmark on the area we just entered; Bear-crawl manor. The motel is surrounded by healthy forestry. The trees bloom tall and the clean gravel roads go for miles. A massive wooden sign stands outside the hotel. It's a bear holding a sign saying 'Prince-Puddle Resort'. Weird name if you ask me although, we are in the country side so I'm not that surprised. A small brick hut sits beside the motel. the door is open and inside a desk and a man are placed.
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We check into a two bedroom room because we don't have enough for a three. I lay out a pillow from Tyler's bed and a pillow from mason's on the floor as a bed. I take a musty old crunchy blanket from the closet and layer it on top. Tyler sits on his bed while me and mason sit on masons. We chat about are family and why we left.
"My parents kicked me out of the house" Tyler says.
"Why".
"They caught me doing drugs and immediately made me leave" He says, "I tried to get my brother to come but he was to afraid of being Taken to the camps.
"I left because of my dad" mason informs, his head locked on to the bag pack on the floor. I wonder what his dad had to do with him leaving. Mason pulls up his sleeve, revealing bruises and cuts. my eyebrows jump. I don't know what to say. I'm frozen with shock. We sit in silence for about thirty seconds. I feel the need to leave the room. I look around trying to find an excuse to exile me from this awkward encounter.
"I should probably get more ice" I say.
As I walk down the hallway. I notice the carpet is threading and the wallpaper is throwing itself away from the wall. Gracefully, I scoop up some ice and head towards the entrance of the motel.
"Psst!", A sound flips through my mind like a book. I turn around to be ushered by a middle aged women wearing a balaclava. my heart thumps am I being robbed, kidnaped killed? I stand frozen. The swings her arm towards herself more aggressively than before. Cautiously, I trek towards the mysterious women. she points to the trash dump over by the motel.
"See that guy standing there?" her accent is strong, "He is meeting up with three of the terrorists who are planning on doing something at the border". My face grows with shock.
"He's goin to talk to them idiots and try get some info on when they gonna attack".
"And you care why?" I'm proud of my comeback. She looks at me with disgust.
"We're gonna tell Fitzgerald dummy" she shouts, she realises her level of voice and lowers to a pity whisper, "If we give him this info, he can take down his opponent and win the election". My shock transitions to sarcasm.
"And you think that's going to work" i mention.
"Oh just shut up and let me finish!" she jumps at her voice and lowers it again.
