Fogo [Discontinued Read Desc]

Fogo: The Mystery

*Note towards the end if you look up the given Japanese word online you will find the true spelling. for some reason Wattpad wont let more than one language (without any special accents) be added to the document*

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Upon reaching a state of calm I drove up to the very boarder to where Cedars starts and Fogo Valley ends. With the white scratched words "Get Off Fogo" haunting my mind I decided to take a quick stop to the ferry docks to see when and if the ferries were running. In case there is an emergency evacuation because of the storm I'd like to be informed. Passing by a couple of dinners and an old antique shop I forced a couple smiles to people who I knew; Like Ms. Oldgud, the nice old lady who runs the dinner on the corner of Monarch and Kullman. Forcing a smile and acting like I was okay was tough, but I managed. The town felt gloomy, dark and depressing. This storm brewing off in the distance was really getting to people because as you drove closer to the ferry docks the less amount of people were seen, same with the open signs in shops. Ferry St, pretty self-explanatory, was basically empty. No open shops, no people, nothing.

Peering in my rearview mirror I noticed that the radio towers dancing light shone bright and solid once again. Never have I ever slammed on the breaks so hard while driving. The tires screeched and fell silent. Studying the light I noticed that its direct light was not focused on the direction of the town but the forest. Slowly I drove the car to a parking spot on the side of the road. Parking the car I got out, not removing my eyes from the tower, I was both fascinated by it but also utterly disgusted by it. Closing the door carefully I locked the car and walked away from it, my back facing the water still not looking away from the tower. When I reached the stairs of the docks entrance the light on the tower slowly dissipated and after a short second it resumed to its rave party state. My heart and soul sank, someone just died. 28.

It was beyond me as to of why the sheriff and government haven't decided to evacuate the island before. Surely once 15 people go missing in a small town like Cedars something must clearly be wrong. Yet nothing has been announced to the public. No warnings of a murderer, no clues, not even a trace to where these people were going. It's as if the government has given up after so many people and would rather let the town slowly die off than save who is savable, like Mike. I could have saved him, I could have stopped the bleeding and got the paramedics. I could have. But I didn't.

Stepping along the stone floor while being shaded by the rusting support beams and lazily shingled roof I approached the ferry station information box. There was a man in a dark lime green uniform that looked like he was straight out of a 1960's movie. Asking him about the ferry schedules he told me "In approximately four hours, the final ferry will be taking people off the island before the storm off over the main lands hits Cedars sometime tomorrow". Still fear slipped through me knowing that four hours is not anywhere near enough time for me to find out what's going on here. As we both continued to discuss the ferry times the activity at the ferry station began to pick up as people hurried to flee the island.

Years ago there was a very bad storm that came across our little town and submerged most, if not all, of the town in 5 feet of water. From the highest point in town, the lowest is only ten feet, making it easy for the town to flood if too much water rises. Every year the town floods at least 4 or five times, but that is only about a foot or two of water. Just enough to hit the street and flood the ferry station in an inch of water. The ferry station is built on a foot and a half slab of stone so when the water rises a foot or two not much is damaged. Five would be enough to flood near half the town and render our only means of travel, the ferry station, useless.

If water rises more than 5 feet the town is screwed. That also means that the valley will flood, luckily my home and Mike's home is nowhere near water or in range of the water level so our houses we be fine. The dark, near jet-black clouds loomed over the water miles away but was visible enough to be menacing. After thanking the ferry's man I went back to Mikes car. Now I was truly lost. I had no idea on how I was going to start this 'adventure' so to speak and find out why all this is happening. But my first intention was to come into town to gather supplies. What supplies? I have no idea; I'm just a lost boy trying to find his way around, I'll figure it out when I get to it. The hardware store is my best guess considering most shops aren't open. Opening the car door the smell of Mike filled my lungs and for a brief moment I was lost in time. Moments later I came too and got into the car.

Closing the door and starting up the engine I checked the tower once more and after no change I made a U-turn and headed off for the hardware store. The town consists of three roads running north to south. Within the roads, which the town was only 5 miles, lie smaller roads that continued to connect the three main roads together, like a web. Ferry St was the street farthest West, Mittelland was farthest east and Monarch sat in the middle. Arriving at the hardware store the shop door was propped open with a small doorstopper that looked like a bear. There was no open sign in sight so I got out of the car, looked at the tower, and went to the hardware store door. Slowly walking inside there was no one at the counter to greet me and the shelves were pretty much bare.

Taking a deep breath I went down each isle and grabbed what I thought would be necessary; some batteries, a hammer as a form of protection, and some matches. I grabbed a couple other things just in case like some front desk snacks and a 12-foot long rope. Why would I need a rope? Just in case if I need to move a boulder or pull something out. When reaching the front desk to pay someone came out and cashed me through. They only spoke the price and wished me luck in the storm. While I was loading the stuff in the car the storeowner came out, removed the doorstopper and locked the door from the inside. Driving away from Ferry Street and towards Fogo Valley I saw many cars facing the docks and none towards the forest. People were finally leaving.

Reaching the boarder once again I saw scratched like before on the 'Welcome to Fogo' sign. 

"Baka"

Japanese, I don't know what it means, only thing I know is that back in World War 2 the Japanese built bunkers all along the coasts. Maybe I should go there first. They say all the bunkers are connected. Looks like I found my first destination. I know there is one outside of Robins house just next to the mountains. Lets hope they are not to hard to get into.