Badlands

Entering Badlands

As far as Wayne Crawford was concerned he never was on time for anything. He still isn't for no one's concern as well. But in the spring of 2018 that seemed to change. He was only on time for death...

And death sure does take a toll on whatever happens behind closed doors. But that was far after the time he decided to cheat death. 

Little did Wayne Crawford know that death can't be cheated....

BADLANDS

Part One: Entering Badlands

Introduction: The Death of Carolyn Summers 

It all began in the summer of 2015. All the hectic of natural disasters and the news on the television was beginning to pour into everyone's mind causing a hyper illusion as you will. 

He was only twenty two. Still had life tangled in the back of his shirt tail with no idea of how to untie it. He was young. Smart, as he called it himself. Plus he also had a body that could stop any woman who would walk by him. 

So many of his co-workers, who obviously would call him this behind his back, would refer to him as a sex god by just his looks. Wayne on the other hand wasn't like that. He didn't refer to himself as anything but Wayne Crawford. A man who would help anyone if time being.

He was caring. To some extent. Caring about others not so much. Caring about his own reputation more than likely.

He would have a set on schedule of a work day. He would always try to tangle more than one lady a day. He would wake up in his big king sized bed to himself but Wayne was long ways away from being lonely. He would take off his night mask which had a 'fuck off' writing on it, then lay it on his night stand. Unlike a lot of punks or guys in general Wayne likes to keep his house clean. He likes to make his bed. Likes to wash dishes even though it might be only one dish in the pile. Likes to clean the washroom everyday. Sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Put a wooden floor protected for the hallway hard wooden floor. He would do this every single day. Make himself breakfast. Then proceed to get ready for the day. For this month he was an accountant. He would have to dress up very nicely in a business suit and have his hair pushed back.

He would go to the nearest Starbucks which was just a few blocks away from where he lived in San Diego. During his morning routine he would go the cashier. Usually she would be there. Her name was Carolyn Summers. She would always know what he would get.

But she would ask him, "you're usual?" anyway just to get a spark from the lad. He would wave and smile as he nods and proceeds to get the morning newspaper. He never ever read the newspaper he got but he knew Carolyn's taste and that was a classic, old fashioned guy.

After the coffee session Carolyn would always take a smoke break. This is where she would go with Wayne in the back. Way in the back storage room where the grossest and most unused brewery stayed they would have their sessions. At first Carolyn wasn't too sure of Wayne and thought he couldn't buy her affection not one bit. But then Carolyn gave in.

Wayne  was full of lust. He wouldn't feel it himself but he had a power over women. He was a tramp but he still called himself as a good guy. As only Wayne Crawfors. But after Carolyn's coffee session he would go right down the street.

Right down the street of that Starbucks was a fruit market. Many people would go there. People of all ages. And that is where Wayne meets up with Jasmyn. He would buy her fruit and flowers every single day and in return Jasmyn would give him a ride to work. She would park the car right behind the business complex and say their 'goodbyes'.

Then Wayne goes to work. He plays the girls at work but never lays a finger on them like that way. He would flirt and make all the girl's blush but none of them got his affection. He was only modest in that part.