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screwedbyfate[At it's core, the call to arms he had received was a lure. If asked, he would say of course it was, that's why I went! But to be honest, he saw a job opportunity. When the email came in to his website and Merle had passed the info forward to him, the promise of money, a lot of money, was all that was needed to seal the deal for him. Being Chosen One was panning out and while it wasn't making him rich, he was better off than he was as a regular wage slave.
Just a quick word to Mr. Smart about him taking time off for 'business reasons', and he was free from minimum wage. For a week. That was the time frame he gave himself for now. The stuff in the email seemed like it would take a week to clear out, maybe a little longer. Thank god Mr. Smart was understanding of his position of Chosen One. It would be tough otherwise, I mean, who the fuck takes a dude talking about demons and the dead and apocalypses seriously? That's crazy stuff.
The drive would take a day or two. He shoved enough money in his wallet to get him and the Classic to and from their destination. And some extra, you know, for some food on the way. Into the trunk went all his supplies- guns. Ammo. Explosives. Chainsaw. Knives. Mace. Sword. A few potions the old Spinachbeard had whipped up for him. A notebook on incantations just in case. It didn't hurt to be prepared and being prepared was a thing he did now, since he had the actual support to do it.
The trip went by quick. He barely noticed it, listening to music and the hum of tires on highways and roads. It was dark by the time he got into town and zipped past the Welcome to Silent Hill sign. Fog had already rolled in he had to switch on his high beams, trying to actually get into the town instead of fucking around in the middle of nowhere edge of town.
And then the Classic's engine whined.]
Ah, hell!
[Ash quickly rolled down the window and stuck his head out, trying to see if it had decided to spontaneously catch on fire. The Classic WAS a moody girl, after all...]
Come on, baby, we're almost in town, you can break down there and I'll repair you after we get some monster slaying done, come onnnnnn.
[The Classic's engine died. Ash eased her over to the side of the road, then in typical dumb guy manner, pulled himself out of the car through the window, sitting on the car... window... sill thing. Arms splayed across the roof. He thumps his head on it.]
Great. Just my damn luck...
Just a quick word to Mr. Smart about him taking time off for 'business reasons', and he was free from minimum wage. For a week. That was the time frame he gave himself for now. The stuff in the email seemed like it would take a week to clear out, maybe a little longer. Thank god Mr. Smart was understanding of his position of Chosen One. It would be tough otherwise, I mean, who the fuck takes a dude talking about demons and the dead and apocalypses seriously? That's crazy stuff.
The drive would take a day or two. He shoved enough money in his wallet to get him and the Classic to and from their destination. And some extra, you know, for some food on the way. Into the trunk went all his supplies- guns. Ammo. Explosives. Chainsaw. Knives. Mace. Sword. A few potions the old Spinachbeard had whipped up for him. A notebook on incantations just in case. It didn't hurt to be prepared and being prepared was a thing he did now, since he had the actual support to do it.
The trip went by quick. He barely noticed it, listening to music and the hum of tires on highways and roads. It was dark by the time he got into town and zipped past the Welcome to Silent Hill sign. Fog had already rolled in he had to switch on his high beams, trying to actually get into the town instead of fucking around in the middle of nowhere edge of town.
And then the Classic's engine whined.]
Ah, hell!
[Ash quickly rolled down the window and stuck his head out, trying to see if it had decided to spontaneously catch on fire. The Classic WAS a moody girl, after all...]
Come on, baby, we're almost in town, you can break down there and I'll repair you after we get some monster slaying done, come onnnnnn.
[The Classic's engine died. Ash eased her over to the side of the road, then in typical dumb guy manner, pulled himself out of the car through the window, sitting on the car... window... sill thing. Arms splayed across the roof. He thumps his head on it.]
Great. Just my damn luck...
