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Quiet, empty and dark. These are the words that would come to mind when describing the small neighborhood that Maverick was making his way into. He walked down the middle of the street staring down, not at the ground, but past it as though it wasn't even there. He had on a jacket, T-shirt, black jeans and Converse that were all dirty and had dark crimson splotches stained on them save for his headphones. A cord ran from his headphones to his jacket pocket where his hands were currently. As he continued in his almost zombie walk down the street his mind was pledged by what he saw, still trying to rationalize it from just a few hours prior to him being here. "It's- it's not real." he said to himself. "It couldn't be. There is no way that something like this could happen. Someone must have slipped me something at the party, yeah." Maverick was referring to a party he was hired to DJ for where this nightmare had started for him. "Then I must have passed out for some reason, and now I am in some jacked up dream." Just when Maverick thought was reaching for an explanation to this mess he had realized that there was no way he was slipped any drugs because he had only drank two sodas, and they were both sealed laying at the bottom of the ice-chest.
What could explain what happened then? The party was winding down, and the sun coming up. Then blackness, blackness and screams for a full three minutes as people tried to figure out what was happening, and why they couldn't see. In the distance you could hear cars crashing and other sounds of disorder, but the worst of all was what followed the darkness. due to the streetlights still being on Maverick was able to catch glimpses of what was happening, but even that was more than he wanted. He was already in shock and his eyes were still adjusting to the dark, but he saw a black figure, that appeared rather large from what he could see, began killing people with its scythe like arms or weapons. More screams, lots of blood and even more panic than before.
Maverick was lost, and alone as he walked almost catatonic by all the houses. He had only been like this once in his life, but now it returned for different reasons and yet the same. Maverick had seen something that he couldn't believe was true, something that didn't make logical sense by any book, psychosis or theory he could come up with. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't even notice the young woman who had come out of her house seeming to be looking for something before muttering a few words and smoking her cigarette. He was walking somewhere he wasn't quite sure, but he knew nothing else to do.
