Don't ever complain about how bad things are, they can always be worse. I have a slight hangover: sucks but alright. Found out my girlfriend was cheating: I can manage. Most of my friendships are now non existent: do I really want friends like that anyway? Found myself amnesiac or kidnaped, and don't know where I am: I wanted to disappear for awhile anyway. Covered in bug guts and can't take a shower, now that's proof god or the devil is just trying to ruin me and having fun doing it. That's as bad as it gets for me, sitting in filth for an indeterminable amount of time. I can handle being gross or grimey for awhile, I can have fun doing it too, but spelunking in entrails gets to me apparently. Or more like, I feel like I'm a walking germ, spreading diseases just by being alive, and the thought I have to taint my trucks interior with this gunk is really the source of my angst. Dust, dirt, leaves, wrappers, whatever, don't care. Bug blood... eugh, I shudder at the thought. My poor truck.

Speaking of unwanted things in my truck, the guy trailing me fits that bill as well. I suppose I should just tell Dane he could screw himself but he probably wouldn't understand what I'd be saying. The day's already shot to hell anyway, any 'healing' I was going to do today would be a bit moot now I've got actual physical wounds to look after, and as much as I want to be left alone right now, my curiosity has actually been peaked now. There's some fuckery going on around here and I want to know what it is. I need to find someone who knows what the fucks going on and speaks english. So since I'm not exactly sure where I am, making 'just drive where you think a road is' a fucking stupid idea, my best bet is to follow Dane and get in touch with people I can communicate with… wait...

Brain! you dull, tiny, stupid, idiot! Phone, duh… Ah, right nevermind, bad reception in the woods. Still worth a shot, but my hopes aren't high. Still though I should've thought of it sooner, well sooner I was just thinking of driving away, I didn't care where this place is but now I do just to make sure I avoid it in the future if nothing else.

Walking up to my truck, I see the two teens still standing at my tailgate chatting energetically. One of them at least.

“Alright you two, catch ya later, or never again, who knows it's a wild world. Anyway you gotta move I’m gonna back up.” I say in passing to the pair as I move to the drivers side.

“Pahuvwa Vasco! Hey, may we keep the!?-,” the girl gets a soft jab in the side, eliciting a short yelp and a glare directed at the boy at her side, “You said I could ask to keep it! Its sooo pretty I have to ask! Don't you think they’ll look so nice on our Jeyme!? Surely we’ll be graced with them! co-mon!” the girl whisper shouts at the boy, who answers with a soft nod and a shrug.

They don't seem to notice I didn't stop my stride until I pop open the door and move to get in my truck, then they both follow me as I sit down carefully as I can so I don't splat gunk anywhere; Danes guy in turn follows the two teens.

Before they can say anything I hold up an ‘okay’ sign, then wave them away once again hoping my flailing gets my point across which it does seem to, then point to the man following them and try to get him to go to the passenger side, which does not work judging by how he stands there looking at me blankly like someone at a highschool talent show who has to sit through the whole thing to see the person they’re supporting go up after everyone else. I lean over and open the passenger door then gesture again, and the guy stares a moment before seemingly reluctantly sauntering around my car and cautiously, deliberately, slowly clamores in and sits down with a huff. I reach over to shut my door, seeing the two teens standing a few feet from my car and staring at me hard with grins adorning their faces, then turn to the man and stare at him more than a few moments trying to get him to shut his door, which he eventually does, as painfully slowly as humanly possible.

This guy is gonna get on my nerves sooner or later, i can tell.

I reach over and grab my phone from one of the cupholders. I always wanted a touchscreen when they came out but I don't really do anything different than with my old phone, only like three people keep in touch with me regularly and I don't use social media on it, I just use my computer forward that. I guess it's nice having Youtube to go, and not having to worry about keeping track of an ipod in addition to everything I carry throughout the day but overall the thing i think i actually need from my phone would be the GPS. its really saved me a couple times when i was DDing and didnt know where the fuck my delirious passengers lived. After turning on my data, however, unsuprisingly my phone has no fucking clue where i am. I really got what I wanted didn't I? Real disconnected from people, huh? I WISH! What goddamn tomfoolery is happening? I just wanted a week alone. Well, bananana-na-nana-nanana you can't always get what you want i guess.

I turn the ignition and this time watch for a reaction from my passenger, who face bursts into surprise, alertness and fear. I whip my head over to see the what the two teens thought of a car starting and… nothing? Not no reaction but no teens. looking around, I spot them in my review mirror headed straight to Vemas group, who also all look a little spooked, barring Nunu, who has slight concern on his face but overall seems to be enjoying everyone's panick as much as me as he tries to calm the people around him.

Alright, time to blow this popsicle stand, I guess. I rev the engine just to get another rise out of everyone, then accelerate quickly around the village until I see Danes cart and pull up a good distance behind him and hit the breaks a bit harder than I normally would, sending my passenger into the dashboard; he catches himself with a loud slap of his palms hitting the dash and his forehead thunking the windshield glass. Whoospie.

Dane seems pretty spooked by my driving, but only barely shows it, standing tall while the two guards around him duck and cover, the muscle horses neigh deeply in a way that says to me 'come at me bruh', and the giant bulldogs hunker low on their front legs, ready to pounce while still strapped to their cart.

O.K. asshole you wanna tone it down a bit with the fucking with the guy who's gonna take you outta here? Thats what I thought, me; that's what I thought. Yea I don't like being a dick for no reason, gotta work on that. To be fair though, I'm not that close to hitting anything, everyone here's just really jumpy around my truck, that ain't my fault.

I open my door and peek my head around the windshield to yell, "I'm ready Dane, let's roll out!" Again flailing an arm off in that general direction as I hold my weight on the 'oh shit' bar with the other.

Dane gives a few quick nods to me before turning around and shouting at the two helpers of his in his course, choppy language,which in turn calms them a bit, as they regain their bearings and walk over to their horses to mount. Dane gives his big dogs a quick pat each before hopping onto the driver's spot of his cart and setting the thing in a gradual U turn to head back where he came from.

Alright, time to find out where the hell I am.