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SMOSH - The Dread Prologue: Wake Up

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The road was empty and covered in greyness. And there he was, stranded in the middle of a desert. How did it happen? Heavy heat made him dizzy once again, like countless times before. How long has he been walking around? Was he slowly losing his mind?
Ian stopped panting and tried to take a deeper breath. Not much to remember from the previous day. As he walked past the demolished car, he forced himself to recall the last sight of Anthony. Anthony...

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“Please... Is anyone there?” Moaned Anthony with a weak voice. He was cold despite remembering he must had been at a desert. But the rest was a blur. A big, terrifying blur. Was there an accident? Something violent happened? Where was Ian? Anthony was so weak, the upcoming panic attack could not manifest in the full power.
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As he found the rock with a small trace of blood, his heard rushed.

“Anthony!” He shouted, expecting his hurt friend lying just around the corner.  
Ian had to wipe blood off his own elbow and forehead earlier but  it seemed like one of these wounds that are superficial and give you a horrifying effect. Great for Halloween... Yes... It was a day before Halloween, as Ian recalled and it only made him wince in anger and despair. It was not funny at all.

He took another sip of shrinking water supply. Another thought that Anthony is somewhere there, without even a sip of water, made him walk a little faster. Knee was hurting.
The night was approaching and Ian realized that he can get lost and eaten by coyotes... If there were any animals here...  His iPhone got pretty much crushed but somehow the blank, scratched screen was able to give off some light. This blankness kept on bringing in more hopelessness to his heart.  But there must  be people looking for them right now! Did they tell anyone where they were? How long has he been waiting in the battered car? How far was it to the nearest town?
He couldn’t remember.

He took another few steps with a feeling of dread sinking inside. Each trace of blood was giving him hope and more terror.  He even reached once to a rock to make sure he’s not having hallucinations. But no, was that his friend or an animal, someone got hurt. He tried to focus and see was there anyone else visible in the messed up trace. He cursed not being able to read signs like this as Indians in old westerns...  

Ian looked back to see how far the car is. There it was, a figure drawn in the setting sun. Crushed on a rock. On the only fucking rock in the middle of a fucking desert!  How the hell it happened? This was a flat land! You could drive for tens of miles!
A sudden tightness in his throat forced him to calm down when he started coughing. No time to lose.

Another sip. They should’ve taken five times more water. But come on, it’s just one drive. We won’t be stopping... Was that what Anthony said...? You think we have to take supplies like we’re going for a war? It’s just four hours...
Ian remembered now. Four hours. Which hour was their unlucky one? Maybe someone will start looking in five hours? Or maybe in five minutes...
The trace in the sand looked like someone was limping, rather than being dragged  or forced to walk. At least that seemed enough visible to Ian.  He clenched his phone tight, a  pretty strong light source, strangely...

Maybe he shouldn’t do that, just stay in the car and wait forever for a car to appear in the middle of nowhere? No! He has to find Anthony! He couldn’t go far... But what if he was in a shock? In shook his head, feeling very unsure with the total darkness all around. If the iPhone battery gives up now, he’ll be forced to stay here for hours or find a way back... First aid and a bag of chips were lying quietly in his backpack. That was all he found. Chips will have to save them from starvation!

Dull howling noise rose from not that far and Ian shrugged. His breath becoming shallow. He leaned closer to the ground, desperately staring at small blood stains. That was his hope.  He almost landed on his knees, defeated by the lack of air. There was no inhaler to save his life. There was no one here. No one Ian, he repeated to himself. You have to fight it or you’ll die.  
Wheezing and chocking, he pulled his body along the marks.
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My inspired with songs and my "fetish" Halloween story. Sorry for errors... Written under influence of music and the amazing Smosh ;) It's sth between my "masochistic men fetish" and horror with suspense... Enjoy! :D
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Sherlock869's avatar
Neat story I like it