Hunter

chapter 5

Ella, Hayden and Stan sat in silence except for the sound of the obnoxiously loud engine roaring. Ella sat, relaxed in the driver seat with her bandana down off of her mouth steering with one hand and leaning on her other arm.

Stan sat in the passenger seat staring out of the window, lost in thought. Hayden sat in the middle backseat, on either sides of him were duffel bags, loose supplies and random shit.

Hayden was starting to feel uncomfortable, as the silence for about ten minutes straight was extremely awkward. In his mind, he was wishing that there was a radio station available. Back at his old village, they had their own radio tower and station. It was really cool, every day around 3:30 after hunting, he would suggest his favorite song
"New perspective"by panic! At the disco. Hayden was a sucker for classics. All the new music was remixes and dubstep. Either that or really cringey folk songs. Noone had that much free time.

Thanks to Stan, Hayden had a pretty good idea of the old world. Personally, Hayden felt like someone hit the restart button on their planet, like it was shocking how similar the two times were alike.

Having to farm to make money, not much progressed technology. Hayden felt like he wasn't missing much. Except video games.

Stan said video games were "lit"whatever the hell that means. Anyways, it sounded so fun to Hayden to have virtual adventures with a completely different body than your own.

Suddenly, Hayden slumped onto his shoulder asleep. He always fell asleep when he thought to himself about tons of things like that.
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Stan
22 years old
First time in city of black skull
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Stan walked into the extremely large city surrounded by a fifteen foot high chain link fence. He had two duffel bags, one on each shoulder. He held a piece of paper in one hand.

He glanced at it skimming for anything too important.
"No prostitution, No murder, no defiance of guards. Eh, I'll be fine."Stan said and crumpled up the paper and walked toward a garbage can.

He dropped it in and rubbed his arm where a needle had recently drew blood. He looked around for anything catching his eye. He saw a large line which you could wait in to meet to black skull leader.

He walked over and stood in line.

15 minutes later...

Stan stood in front of black skull each on either sides of a table with a paper white table cloth. Black skull had short trimmed black hair with a black trench coat, though he made it known one of his arms were robotic.

Black skull said in an upbeat tone"hello there sir, are you here for our tour of the city, or sign up for our military?"he then smiled a happy, strong, evil, smile and looked at Stan for a response.

Stan knew what happened next, but this is where he realized it was a flashback. The world seemed to pause and with every second, Stan got angrier. The outlining of his vision began to blur red. He could hear the people behind him in line;
"Kill him!! Do It!!!". " KILL'EM!!!"
Make him suffer ,Suffer!!" "Make Him Hurt!!!"all of the people screamed.

Stan turned and looked at all of their faces and all were vaguely familiar.
They kept screaming, and screaming and screaming. Stans nose flared up and he could hear his breathing, fast and angry.

He turned and immediately had a machete in his hand."WIPE THAT SMILE OFF HIS FACE!!!"more voices yelled. Black skull still stood, paused smiling. Stan began to hack away, endlessly at his face, looking like a butchered intestine.
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Stan sat up straight and was panting, breathing hard and sweating. He looked around. He was still in the Jeep with Hayden and Ella. Hayden was now asleep now."just in time, were here!"Ella said cheerfully. The sun was now beginning to rise...