The year is 1998, you Mr. Henry Angevin live a normal life, apart from being a slight alcoholic. Being the alcoholic you are, the second home is a bar. And so you go there every Friday night
It's 1998, a Friday, November.
'It's Friday' You thought then the next thought you have is you at the bar. In a blink of a moment your in your pickup driving to the bar.
The next thing you remember is having your 2nd shot of tequila, alone. Sad.
You think you should probably leave, as you say that an unfamiliar face gets up at the same time.
As you walk through the bar double doors, the Man comes up behind you. At this point in time your only 250 meters from your truck. You pick up the pace. The man pulls a knife on you, Something you had never fathomed.
"Gimmie the cash!" the man said in a deep raspy voice. Being the thirty-year-old loser you are, who has nothing to lose, try to beat him to a pulp. You win, but not without a few cuts. You aren't very manly as you wait for the ambulance, crying and bleeding.
After this, you go home.
The very Next day
Waking up, changing clothes going to have some 'golden' liquids and read the morning telegraph. One thing stands out from all the other text.
"Volunteer Firewatch needed" With a phone number attached.
YOU ARE READING
FireWatch
Mystery / ThrillerNovember 1999 NT, Aus It's the 23rd of November a Tuesday 1999, and a new job opening appears in the paper: "Volunteer Fire Watch Needed" You, Mr. Henry Angevin Need to escape your normal life. Little did he know it would be the Strangest 90 days...
