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Location — Pines Holler, June 27th
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The rattling of the old box truck could be heard for miles; the sound bouncing off tree and rock with each sputter. It was clear that it was nearly beyond saving, but it worked well enough that Suzanna hadn't bothered getting it fixed. Not like she could afford the parts, anyway. The AC was already out, and it was likely to be hundreds if not thousands to get whatever had been the issue back into working order. She'd just coast it as much as possible; sucking the last bit of juice and life out of the truck until it was done for. A dangerous game, but there wasn't many other options out there.
A large sign appeared around the bend as she turned. Welcome to Pines Holler, it said, in faded blocky lettering. It had looked the same since she was a kid; sad and tired yet equally familiar. Likely no one had bothered to put in any maintenance on the sign since the town had put it up. The sign was simply just another thing of Pines Holler to be lost, forgotten and left to rot away like everything else.
"Busy day," Suzanna uttered, coming to a stop at one of the main roads in town.
People were out and about, though as far as Suzanna could tell most places appeared closed. The power must've gone out again, she figured. Not even the classic neon window lights, advertising various beers and other such products, were on and lit up. It was a good thing she never really kept anything cold, mostly out of a lack of money but also since she lived by herself. Plus, her neighbors would've likely appreciated not waking up to the rank smell of rotten fish and game. She still remembered the summer back where pounds of game quickly rotted away in a power outage. The trailer had reeked for weeks until it eventually aired out.
Turning the corner, Suzanna pulled up to the curb next to Clark's and parked the truck outside. She took one glance at the door, noticing that it had said closed. Despite the sign, however, people were inside, with a third, unfamiliar face standing outside the door. Well, seems like they were open. Lee must've forgotten to flip the sign with the power being out.
Climbing out of the truck, Suzanna walked over the entrance and held it wide open for the woman, who had begun to knock and yell that she wanted to speak to the owner of the establishment.
"You headin' in?" She asked. "Don't worry, Lee ain't the biting type."
A large sign appeared around the bend as she turned. Welcome to Pines Holler, it said, in faded blocky lettering. It had looked the same since she was a kid; sad and tired yet equally familiar. Likely no one had bothered to put in any maintenance on the sign since the town had put it up. The sign was simply just another thing of Pines Holler to be lost, forgotten and left to rot away like everything else.
"Busy day," Suzanna uttered, coming to a stop at one of the main roads in town.
People were out and about, though as far as Suzanna could tell most places appeared closed. The power must've gone out again, she figured. Not even the classic neon window lights, advertising various beers and other such products, were on and lit up. It was a good thing she never really kept anything cold, mostly out of a lack of money but also since she lived by herself. Plus, her neighbors would've likely appreciated not waking up to the rank smell of rotten fish and game. She still remembered the summer back where pounds of game quickly rotted away in a power outage. The trailer had reeked for weeks until it eventually aired out.
Turning the corner, Suzanna pulled up to the curb next to Clark's and parked the truck outside. She took one glance at the door, noticing that it had said closed. Despite the sign, however, people were inside, with a third, unfamiliar face standing outside the door. Well, seems like they were open. Lee must've forgotten to flip the sign with the power being out.
Climbing out of the truck, Suzanna walked over the entrance and held it wide open for the woman, who had begun to knock and yell that she wanted to speak to the owner of the establishment.
"You headin' in?" She asked. "Don't worry, Lee ain't the biting type."
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