Sit and watch the station for a moment

From Create Your Own Story

Full well knowing that just sitting in the middle of the lot in a running car, headlights shining is bound to draw attention, you still do it. You stare at the front door of the station as if it might broadcast a message of safety, or warn you away. You see nothing. Nothing at all.

Until you see one of the blister-faced creeps rush your car from the other side of the parking lot, where it's most dark. You try to react as everyone in the car starts screaming, but then a rock crashes through the back window. In the panic that follows, you can't tell what's happening. Someone runs from the car. Someone just sits inside and screams. You try to get out, only to be grabbed by several of the freaks.

Before long, men and women both, all of them barely dressed saved for the awful sores that cover their skin, have you all dragged to the concrete of the lot. The lot of them sodomize you with various instruments, doing the same to the rest of your group, until eventually they use the same varied instruments to bludgeon you to death.


Inaction is no action at all. Idle hands, and all that. Or whatever. You're dead. Deal with it.

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