2. Yell up to him. "Hello?!"
Your voice sounds strange to you. It echoes and comes back to your ears, distorted. In the distortions you hear your own voice twisted:
welcome
You take a quick step back, startled. The figure lowers its arm.
"Who are you!?" you yell.
Again, the echoing, your own voice distorted.
i am many
The pain in your head returns. You wince, and yell up again.
"What do you want?"
what you want
The pressure in your head intensifies.
"And what is that?"
Your voice returns once more, but all you can hear is an undercurrent of white hissing noise, like
ssssssssssssssssssssssss
The figure suddenly turns, and starts to walk around the billboard.
The pain in your head suddenly vanishes, like a light switch being turned off.
"Wait! Come back!" you yell, but the figure only turns the corner of the board, and your voice is normal again.
You hurry to the other side, but the figure is nowhere to be seen.
The poem, or whatever it is, is still there, still unaltered. There's no way he could be hiding up there. He might have jumped down and somehow gotten away, but unless he can fly, you'd have thought you'd have seen it.
"Fuck me," you say. You glance over at your car. Nothing left to do, here. And you don't want to stay, anyway. You sling the rifle over you shoulder, and --
Faceless. Three of them. In the yards of two nearby houses. Jesus. How did you miss them before?
They're advancing. You've got about thirty feet and a low fence in between you and them. How did they get so close without you noticing?
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1. You're clear to get to your car. Run to it and drive away.
2. Put a rifle shot into the one closest to you, to be sure you'll have enough time to get to the car.
3. Fire at the close one with your 9mm, for above reasons.
4. ssssssssssssssssssssssssss
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