Follow Me! (The Golden Ridge Saga)

Chapter 5: Exodus

"Iggy, I can't let that happen." Writer responds.

"You're a child, imagine being subjected to violence everywhere you go. I can't let your mind be filled with that." He added.

"Well if no one's going to act, then who will?"

"Why do you think did they send me here for?" Writer argues.

"That's obviously not enough! Look! Everyone's still dying. There's no threat, we always play the weak side!" Iggy replies.

"If Pickle wants to fight, then I'm ready to be Massacre's threat." He added.

"...Big words from a script writer." Writer shrugs.

"IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN'T FIND A WAY TO BEAT HIM!"

The pickle calms Iggy down.

"Alright, alright. Iggy, Thank you, but your welfare is at risk if you're with me. Knowing Massacre, he won't lay a hand on creatives like you but we don't know if he still will if you lay a hand on him."

"Besides, at least I can rest knowing know a friend or two that's safe from him."

He pauses for a while. Something comes up to the pickle's mind.

"... He's going to Timeline-2 in 104 hours."

"Wait, that can't be right, there are tons of creatives there..." Writer responds.

"And there's a lot of people there, too."  The pickle replies.

But then, it was only the two of them at the front yard of Yip's house. The wheelbarrow vanished.

"...Where did Iggy and Yip go?" Writer says, wandering his head around.

The two kids had left for Iggy's workshop.

The wheelbarrow rushes into the streets. Iggy, oblivious of his surroundings, looks behind him.

"AAH! YIP! THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

"...Justice." Yip replies.

Iggy smiles.

"Heh. You read me perfectly."

As their arrival to the workshop grows imminent, Iggy jumps out of the wheelbarrow, losing balance. Iggy immediately runs to his room and starts packing his bag. Yip is reading the papers Iggy had written.

A mess of clothes, pens, and papers coming out from the room door. There is noise from inside the room.

Iggy comes out of the room lightly wounded for some reason.

"Bag's packed! How does it look?"

"...Grey bags don't suit you."

"Hehe, it's all I have." Iggy replies with an upbeat attitude.

A few hours later, at the town's train station...

A train conductor is waiting at the station, looking at the corpses of the people in it.

"The heck happened here?" He casually says, smoking a cigarette.

Writer, carrying the giant pickle, arrives at the station. Children spared by the attack tag along.

"Careful now, you don't wanna break me!" The pickle tells Writer.

"Are you sure you don't wanna say goodbye to Iggy first?"

"Well, it's kinda his fault that he left..."

Yip looks at Writer. She gives a hand signal to Iggy.

He sneaks his way into the train.