*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
"Wake up!"
"You bet your ass I'm not going to wait around this house all day till you get up!"
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"I'll get your father if you don't come out of this room right now, and he'll bust down the door!"
The voice of a distressed woman enters the cloudy mind of an overweight 18 year old youth, Bryan Elis. As he wakes up, he lifts his heavy head to look at the clock.
"I should probably get up, but I don't wanna.", Bryan mumbles to himself in a half-awake/half-asleep voice as his mind is still full of clouds. Dazed, Bryan ignores the voice of the woman and falls back asleep.
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*BANG*
A final loud crash from the door and it is flung open to reveal a very red faced, angry middle age man with a hammer in hand. Bryan who was peacefully sleeping moments ago is now very much awake.
"You bastard! I'll drag you out of here if I have to!" the man screams as he lunges for Bryan who is still trying to process everything. The man grips ahold of Bryan hair and proceeds to pull him off the bed. "Dad I'm going! I'm up! Let go! It hurts!" Bryan yells as his father pulls him off the bed, he tries to struggle but it's useless, his father might not be very strong but Bryan, who's current physical ability is worse than a stray dog, cannot put up a fight.
After and long a difficult morning of clumsily getting dressed while being yelled at, Bryan finally gets in his car, rubs his face a bit, and heads to school. half way on his normal 10-15 minute drive to school, he notices a huge amount of lights on the main freeway he has to cross every morning, a accident has happened on the road and there are police and ambulances everywhere.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Bryan bangs on his steering wheel as he shouts with an almost crazed expression.
'Why can't anything work for me, just once, I try my best, I do, I really do, I just don't wanna be such a fuck-up anymore.' After waiting for a bit and seeing no change in traffic, with a still steaming head from frustration, Bryan Finds the nearest exit on the freeway and continues onto a dusty wooded road. The is still very dark due to it being early and the morning a covered in a thick brush all around. Bryan, being quite timid, almost wants to turn around immediately for fear of getting lost but due to his still steaming head and back roads like this being common is rural Texas, he continues down. The brush seems to stretch for miles and miles as he drove down the ever-darker road.
'The brush is getting thicker I should head back.' As Bryan reaches for his phone to pull up a GPS, he notices that his phone starts to flicker for a second and then completely shuts off. Right before he has a chance to yell in frustration once again, the car starts making sputtering noises and he pulls over to the side, then the car, just like his phone, also completely shuts off.
"Oh shit."
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Bryan sits in his car for about 10 minutes wearing a stony expression. He slowly gets out of the car and looks at it, then immediately charges forward, attacking the car,
"You piece of shit! Your whole family is a piece of shit! I will find your maker then drop him in the middle of nowhere to feel my pain!"
After about 3 minutes of battling the car Bryan gives up and slumps down on the side of the dent-less, scratch-less car, and starts thinking of ways to get out the situation. He decides to grab all his belongings, locks the car, and starts walking to find the nearest house or car, to try to get a working phone.
After what seems like hours of sluggishly walking through the hot Texas weather he finds a rugged dirt and gravel path leading away from the road with a single mailbox besides it.
'A House, finally!' Bryan cheers to himself, as in a day of unfortunate luck, a single win feels pretty nice. As he follows the path it gets more and more rugged, becoming almost a trail for hiking rather than a path for cars to travel down. Bryan also noticed as he traveled it got colder and colder, almost to a freezing degree, because of the normal hot weather in the end of summer he's only wearing his usual baggy athletic shorts and a light t-shirt. 'What the hell this is scary, it's getting darker too, whoever lives here must be a nut job of some kind.' Bryan stops walking and looks into the forever winding path, 'I'm definitely heading back to my car, I'm just gonna wait for someone to pass by, this is just too freaky for me.' Just as he spins around to head the other way he sees 5 military-looking-type men headed straight for him, weapons drawn, about 50 meters in-front of him, coming from the way he just came. The largest one in the middle of the group of five pulls out a megaphone yells out to him before Bryan can even get a word out.
"This is a quarantined area, get your hands on your head and drop to the floor or we'll shoot to kill!" As soon as they said "kill" Bryan immediately starts to run deeper into the freezing path. 'I can't go to jail, and by the looks of those guys their not apart of the USA military, I'll be killed!'
Seeing Bryan break into a run, the 5 men immediately give chase. Bryan, being overweight, is no match for the large stamina pool of a trained soldier, chooses to dart through the tress, attempting to put as many obstacles between him and the soldiers. After a bit of mindless running he comes to a halt behind a large tree. However just as he thinks he's lost him he hears scuffled running of boots and yelling of soldiers.
"Get that kid! You cannot let him escape alive, we don't have an option to let what's happening leak, this is a direct order from the chief himself!"
"Yes sir!"
Bryan who hears this, is very shaken, 'I knew they looked sketchy, good thing I ran, this whole situation gives me bad vibes, I gotta hide!' He sees that at the foot of the tree there is an opening covered by grass and leaves. Bryan immediately sneaks over to the hole and jumps in.
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*THUD*
After what seemed like 5 minutes Bryan hits the ground with a loud thud and falls unconscious.