Carrier's

Episode 1. Hes watching

(This place is known as a tourist spot in North Carolina. We'll at least to old people that is. It attracts old people because of all the golf courses and old fashion towns. Even though 90% of it is just country areas with rednecks, I promise this place has something interesting! Something truly weird! You see this place has many weird stories for a state that nobody cares about. The farmers here would tell tales of men in black robes in the forest. We also have a place called the devil tramping grounds where the devil himself walked in circles and made the small area uninhabitable to any life. Anyways my name is Tyson. My father named me after Iron Mike because he loves boxing. Live in a small town named Carthage, near whispering pines (The golfing area). I was a 16-year-old scrawny Hispanic male born September 11, 2003, during this whole fiasco. My family was never rich and always struggled with paying bills and we lived in a trailer in a middle of a field. My siblings moved out and never really spoke to me. They probably never cared or at least some of them didn't. Anyways It was October 2018. I was a sophomore in high school. I never really had any friends. I was more of a loner. I had trust issues due to everyone making fun of my body weight because I'm so skinny and weak. Everything I did was to benefit myself. I always carried a pocket knife in my shoe. Anyone who got in the way of my goals and desires was simply cut off and ignored.
This year everything changed for the better and worst. My fate was held in the hands of something unknown.

I was just walking to school when I felt something. Something odd..like someone was following me. Throughout the entire day of school, the feeling of someone following me and watching me never went away. Once the final bell rang I made my way outside. That's when I heard it. Those footsteps. I turned around and no one was there. Everyone else was farther away, but it sounds like they were getting closer with each step.. it doesn't make any sense! )

*Tyson* - Who's there! Show yourself!

(Tyson all of a sudden felt an itchy sensation all over his wrist.)

*Tyson* what the hell?.. ( finding several small cuts on his wrist as if a razor had cut it)

*mysterious voice * Will you endure this pain to be chosen or will you simply just rot like the others?

*Tyson * who was that!? Where are you?

*mysterious voices * I am a "selector". Are you ready?

*Tyson* ready for what?

( all of a sudden Tyson hears a jar open and turns immediately to where he heard it. Seeing a hole in the ground and something small burrow towards him.)

*Tyson* w-what in the fuck! Hell no!

( Tyson walks back and falls backward.)

*mysterious voice* accept fate.

( A smaller-than-expected creature burrows out of the ground and then drills itself into Tyson's ankle. Making its way into the veins. Moving up towards his arm.)

*Tyson* GAAAAHH!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!

*mysterious voice* Bahahaha! Will you become a chosen one?

(Tyson panicked and grabbed a pen from his backpack. Trying to stab where the Parasite was at. Once the pen makes contact with the skin it begins to disintegrate. Breaking into many places until finally becoming nothing but dust.)

*mysterious voice* oh? What an interesting power you gained.

(Tyson starts to feel like his heartbeat is slowing down. Eventually stopping. Is he dead!?)