Unknown Number

They were hanging limply off the pole, one arm thrown up against it as though that might keep them upright. I grinned to myself. Did Z fall asleep waiting for me?
I finally stepped in front of them- and gasped.
"Jesus hell," I whispered.
There was nothing holy about this. The only reason Z's arm was up like that was because their arm had been nailed to the pole.
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It was just was of those stupid things that happen. Texting an unknown number. I never guessed who the person on the other end was, or what was going to happen when I finally met them. I never expected any of this.
All I did was text back.