He knew he should be using this time to his advantage. Meeting the people around him, spending time with Lisey, writing.
But for some reason he was just sitting on the curb, lost in his mind somewhere and absently staring at the road. Somewhere in his mind, he wondered where everyone he had met so far had gone to. He had been alone for far too long. He hadn't even seen Lisey in a day or so.
"H-hello?" her voice came out meek. No one would be able to hear that. Stepping carefully, she observes her new surroundings. With a gasp, she sees some kid's abandoned tricycle tremor. She's nervous. What if someone sees? Biting her lip, she stills the tricycle and walks on, hoping someone will show up.
"Hey, Pete," he mused, halting a moment, "where did Olson, Baker, and Garraty go? Hell, where'd anyone go?" He paused. "Feels like we're the only two here, doesn't it? Does that thought tickle your fancy? You and me, the last two men on an Earth made of Afterlife?"
Stebbins reached out and touched the wall. It was dusty, cobwebby. Nonetheless he trailed his slim fingers across it until he reached the electrical box.
Pulling on the door to the store, Lisey squinted against the breeze and held it open for Beverly. She briefly wondered if they would be the only ones wandering the aisles of clothing today.
She went out to get some towels in the linen closet. Even if he couldn't see the blood, she sure as hell could
Just before she grabs a towel, she found herself standing in a strange new place.
Beverly looked around, face and night-gown splotched with blood. Warily she called out, "H-Hello?"
"Thanks," Peter said, motioning to the lock. "I probably would've been there for a couple hours pushing that paper clip around if you hadn't showed up."
Wait, Stebbins was his hero at this moment in time. How was that even possible? He slayed the door-beast that stood between him and the arcade. That was when McVries pictured himself in a poofy pink dress, trapped in a tower screaming HELP HELP HELP like some bitch damsel who still wouldn't let you in her pants once you saved her. With a short, absent chuckle at the thought, he moved further into building, gaze shifting all over.
Why were the games on, but not the lights around and above them?
And they were on.
Wandering over to the entrance of the building, McVries slipped his fingers over the handle and jiggled it. It was locked, naturally. He peered from side to side though, his mind told him to break in (he was sure he could, and it's not like anyone would care, right?) but he looked around to make sure he was alone first.
Gordie tossed the flat rock across the murky pond and counted. Four, five, six.....six! Six skips across the pond, that was definitely a personal best. Too bad Chris wasn't here yet. Gordie doubted he could make a throw like that again. Yawning, he turned his back on the pond and gazed at the path that led to town. Where was Chris anyway? He really should be here be now.
Stretching, he yawned again and wondered briefly what time it was. Not that it mattered much. Time here was suspended somehow. It didn't mean anything and it passed without notice. He did the same thing every day no matter what. He got up just after sunrise, he explored the town for anything or anyone new, then met Chris here at the park.
Before he could toss another rock across the lake, Gordie caught sight of Chris and ...Teddy?
Does anyone have any insight on this? I heard once that your dreams can mean something or some slap-happy crappy. But I never paid attention to any of it. I was wondering if any of you guys did.