1 Back In The Day.

Usually car rides in certain vehicles put off a hypnotic vibration that rattled Aela to sleep if she was leaning against the door just right. Worked better than her sleeping medication, something she hated resorting to. This particular drive to Creset was as restless as they came for Aela, and she shifted positions in the passenger seat repeatedly. Tyler looked at her, arching an eyebrow. "You alright babe?" Aela exhaled demurely and turned to face her boyfriend in response. "I'm anticipating this reunion." Tylers facial expression stayed the same. "Wwhy?" Aela turned her head toward the window again and concluded the conversation. "I don't know."

Aela and Tyler sat at the top of the bleachers making out, piecing off clothing in the process of their licentious activity. Tyler stopped, pulling away momentarily to admire the dark, but visible view. "We haven't been here since we graduated, what, five years ago?" He looked out at the field where he'd not only played and won many football games, but led his team through many of those great times that he was reminiscing on. Aela rested her head against his shoulder and joined his spectation. "Yeah. Feels almost like just the other year. Not five of 'em." Below where they were sitting, the stacks of metal chairs collapsed, clashing loudly. They both jumped quickly to their feet, locking widened eyes on one another. "What the frick?!" Tyler answered Aela while he buckled his belt. "Come on!" They grabbed hands and descended down the stairset practically simultaneously, and fast. The little boy was walking out from behind the bleachers right when Aela and Tyler turned the corner, halting as they reactively flinched. He looked like a zombie. Tattered clothing, blue skin, perpetuated gaze, all of that. "Oh my God!" Aela slid behind Tyler a bit and waited for Tyler to handle it, and he did naively. "Hey buddy, what happened?" The boy had stopped roughly a meter away. A rumble, abnormally loud from his stomach. Tyler arched that eyebrow again, and Aela gestured to leave, tugging softly on his shoulder. The boy opened his mouth, freakishly wide, and his tongue unraveled. It's length looked normal, though was decorated with clusters of red irritated bumps and an oozing sore toward the back. Aela and Tyler watched in disgust, with an onset of astonishment as a fly crawled out of the boys throat. "I'm going to be sick. Tyler let's go!" He planted his back foot with one arm around Aela. "Wait a second. The fuck..." The fly remained stationary, and emitted a buzz before doubling its size. The boy rolled his tongue back in his mouth. All three began running, only one in pursuit.