PART III

I walked into my friends kitchen and picked at some food that was laying about the counter. As we were talking, a friend of the brother came strolling into the kitchen from outside. he was wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, a cowboy hate, and had white/grey hair. me and my friend exchanged a nervous greeting with him and i felt the urge to get out of there.

just then the brother walked into the kitchen. was dressed all in black. had long thin black hair and was holding a cigarette. he was much older looking. probably in his fourties or early fifties. you could see the wrinkles in his skin from smoking. when he left the room, my friend decided he wanted to leave too. we left from the kitchen as fast as can be and came outside to find JUST the trailer sitting there. the others were gone.

Find out where the other people went in the next rousing Part IV