Sometimes I wish that I could fast-forward through the day. That’s what “that girl” said. So, the world zipped by all of a sudden with swirling blurs and the next thing she knew, she was at a biker bar at 12AM in the morning. Overwhelmed, she looked around the suspiciously dim-lit bar and her eyes grew wide as she realized that this wasn’t just any biker bar—it was a nude biker bar.
Somewhere, not too far as a click of a remote, a teenage boy was smoking outside a moldy shack with several dead-looking people surrounding his feet. Damn it. I wish they’d wake up. And so “they” were woken up. “They” were several dangerous men with scars all over their faces that had knocked out on the other side of the shack earlier in the day. These men were not happy as they woke up from the shock of being inexplicably wet and cold. So with every second the boy sucked on his cigarette and the men went on searching for dry clothes, he and his friends were seconds closer to being cold, themselves.

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