Hippietown

Chapter 2: The Gate

After walking for about an hour, the sun had completely set and we began to grow tired due to carrying our luggage. We decided to stop for the night in a small meadow close to the road, and set up camp. Willy, being the dumbass he is, left our tents in the car, so we have to sleep out under the stars. We arrange our sleeping bags and try to fall asleep when it begins to rain. It was only a drizzle at first, so we ignored it, but it quickly picked up and we were soon drenched and running for cover into the nearby forest. In the chaos, Bill and Willy both left their suitcases, and I left my sleeping bag. It also didn't help that while running into the forest, we quickly became lost, and wouldn't be able to find our forgotten supplies anyway. When the pouring rain ceased, we began to collect ourselves and work out a plan. While Billy was going on about some bullshit about maps and compasses, I noticed a sound in the distance, almost like a group of people talking deeper in the forest. I told the others to "shut the fuck up!" and listen, and they soon confirmed my suspicions. There was definitely a group of people talking in hushed voices somewhere bear us in the forest. "Shit, we're in the territory of some damn cult" Willy whispered. I soon replied telling him to calm the fuck down and not to jump to conclusions like that, especially under the shitty circumstances. He agreed and we began to carefully and quietly walk towards the source of the voices. When we neared the voices, we saw a light source, a dimly lit lantern, hanging from a tree. In the bark underneath were coordinates and a rusty ass key hanging from a nail. Having no other option, and thinking it may be a possibility of escape from this forest hell, I pulled my World of Warcraft collector's edition pen from my pocket, clicked it, and wrote down the coordinates, regretting every drop of ink wasted in the process. I then clicked my pen and put it back in its special sealed container in my pocket. I didn't realize it at the time, but my dumbass friends were staring at me the entire time wondering how I could have just destroyed such a precious item. "What the fuck are you looking at!" I said as I proceeded to bitch slap both of them upside their heads. After recovering from the blow, Willy pulled out a gps and said that we should type in the coordinates and follow them. Billy agreed and we headed off in the direction the coordinates took us. After about 8 hours of walking through freezing cold ass mountain forests we reached the coordinates, however was absolutely nothing there, "other than a rather quaint mountain meadow of course" my gay ass friend Billy stated with a giggle. "Fuck!" I screamed as I began to beat the shit out of everything around me. After calming down I finally thought for one second. "The key, that must be it." I stated creepily while my friends watched in horror. I then proceeded to shove the key into anything around us that might have looked like a secret keyhole, and I mean EVERYTHING. After shoving the key into everything in the surrounding forest and field I got pissed off and threw the key straight up into the air and let it hit the ground. At this moment, a wall appeared, spanning the entire meadow and a large iron gate stood before us, with the word Hippietown written on top in various neon lights.