His bike tires spat out gravel hungrily as he rode along the forest's edge. His backpack bounced up and down heavily on his back while he rode down that abandoned rode.'Am I really riding down some extremely creepy street JUST to deliver paper to some dude named Fredrick?'
The gravel rode was slowly turning into dead grass that lead to the 'Devil's Forest'-The nickname coming from a myth- but his phone said he had 300 more metres in a straight line.
He thought about his boss Greg and how his face would be beet red if he found out that he missed out on a delivery for the 2nd time that week.
'3 strikes and you're out' The words echoed through his mind eerily.
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