Winston Murphy

'Not a damn thing ' I thought walking through this empty town. Everything looks like time stopped around the year nineteen fifty seven. The concerning part is there are no cars on the streets, no people walking around, not a single light on in any of the houses or shops. Even worse no animals not even mosquitoes that are always buzzing this part of summer. What could make such ever constant parasites up and fuck off like this? I feel like I'm being watched but not at the same time just this vibrating tension constantly in the back of my mind. I figure I fit right into the scenery though dressed like a greaser hair slicked back and everything, even an old style Italian Stelleto switchblade. I adjusted my duffle bag on my shoulder cursing as I walk on. My shitty car had decided to give up just on the outside of this place. So here I am limp dicked looking for either gas I can siphon or a cell signal in this backwoods shit hole. Seeing as I haven't spotted a cell tower or gas station I may just be absolutely fucked.
After twenty minutes of shuffling I spotted a police station. "Fuck it, good a place as any to start" I muttered.

I began to open the door to feel it fight me the whole way , groaning with age and rust . Light from behind me illuminated the front of a fucking disaster of an office. Desks, chairs and papers all scattered and tipped over seems whoever was here got out fast. I pulled out my phone and turned on its flashlight then stuffed it half way into my coats chest pocket so I can keep my hands free as I search this place. I walked deeper in the door groaning closed again on its own, " well that's not unsettling" I commented I took out my switchblade just in case. I can see to my right close to the door empty cells with a simple cot in each one. To the left and center wall a spit staircase one going up the other down and in the far back two doors one on the left of the room one on the right. I checked the one on the right first to see a simple bathroom just a small sink and toilet and a stand in shower. I opened the door on the left finding a break room and was immediately hit with the scent of rotting food. Hacking and coughing I walked backwards and covered my nose. The room is also a complete mess long forgotten scraps sitting on a circular table open looted cupboards and a fridge full of rotted produce. I ventured bravely trying not to puke and saw two doors again one labeled 'dressing room' the other 'armoury and evidence'. Shady but helpful sounding I picked door number two and opened up the armoury door.
Never in my whole twenty five years of life have I ever seen such gratuitous amounts of guns, ammo and drugs, not even on tv. Honestly it was beautiful in a way seeing rows of rifles and shotguns. A shelf of pistols and revolvers. What looks to be at least twenty pounds of cocaine and all the bullets a person could ever need. I got to work loading two of the pistols and one of the revolvers. Then a shotgun, I then loaded my duffle bag with ammo. I darted to the break room searching the cupboards and drawers and found a zip lock bag then headed back to the pile of coke. I may not do drugs that often but fucked if I'm not scoring when it's this damn easy besides if that feeling of being watched is serious I don't think I want to be... Not alert.
Feeling safer now that I'm armed better than I've ever been I made my way to the stairs. I looked down the stairs that lead to the basement but decided I'm going up having seen enough horror films to not wanna go down there. The stairs creaking as I went up I heard a metallic click and a sobbed "oh fuck"
I raised my shotgun towards the top of the stairs cocking it ready "now let's be civil here and I don't have to blast a big hole in you!" I call out. I hear a yelp and some clattering before I hear whoever it is respond with "Holy shit another person! Thank god!"
Shotgun still raised I make my way up, there perched behind tipped over tables is a guy with a rifle. Thankfully this floor has windows so the sun allows perfect vision. He lowers his rifle and begins to fucking cry, long brown hair is covering most of his face but I can tell he's about my age due to his light stubble and height. Well if I'm dressed like a fifties greaser this guy's a seventies metal head. "I, I , oh god please tell me you have a way out of here" he spoke softly. I know I have to answer carefully, he could spiral into an even worse panic. "Almost got one, all I need is a bit of gas and I can drive us out of here" I  replied. "You weren't run off the road by one of those things?" He asked seeming to light up a little until the gravity of what he said hit .
"I'm sorry what?" I blurted out. The guy sighed and reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "You won't believe me, but some... Creature or whatever attacked my car and directed me to a tree" he said shakily sparking up a cig. I stared at him, he doesn't sound like he's lying, however considering this town has been creeping me out since I got here can't hurt to play along at least keep the same kind of vigilance anyway, just in case. "Alright, alright, so what this thing look like? How'd it run you off the road?" I question.