1984
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CHARLIE WOKE WITH A gasp as she found she was in the forest.
She had no clue how she got there, that last thing she remembered was getting in the boat with Margaret and...
Chet.
Where was he? Was he hurt? She needed to find him.
She wondered through the forest until she got back to the lake, seeing Margaret rowing the boat in, no Chet in sight.
It couldn't be...was she dead?
"Oh my god! I'm dead!" she yelped, she was a ghost.
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The sun started to rise and Charlie was still in shock.
She had found Ray, wandering as well, he told her about how him and Brooke had sex.
Yet, she was on the hunt for Chet, she went back to the lake where they died and looked around, not finding him.
Charlie saw an ambulance roll up with two cop cars, putting handcuffs on Brooke.
Margaret came out, asking for help as she had a stab wound in her leg.
"Hey" A voice said from behind her, it was Xavier.
"You died too?" she spoke
"We all did" he said they both watched the body bag with Montana in it get zipped up.
The ambulance left with Ray's ghost inside, only for him to appear back at the entrance.
They stood there as Montana's ghost got the gun of the last remaining cop.
"Do you think if I killed you, they would give me the chair?" she asked
"Most definitely" he said backing away slowly.
Montana shot him and he fell to the ground.
"Montana!" Ray exclaimed
"There is no Montana" she said in a thick accent "Only Zuul" she laughed.
"It's a joke, lighten up" she said when no one laughed.
"You guys are doing this purgatory thing all wrong." she said "We can be gods here"
When no one spoke, she grunted.
"Ugh you guys are fucking boring" she said and walked away.
"Have you guys seen Chet?" Charlie asked and Xavier pointed behind her towards the entrance.
And there he stood, looking as confused as ever.
Charlie made her way over to him.
"Charlie?"
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