Sick

Stanley couldn't help but let his mind wander off to the town of Last Hope. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about his brother, about Freddy, about the many people in the town.

He couldn't stop himself from thinking about his mother.

He wept silently in the dark as everything that he had ever cared for or loved was now gone.

He didn't know how long he wept, just that his body was slowly feeling lethargic from all the built-up fatigue. 

It hit him all together sometime later when he also fell asleep. 

The sleep was a deep one where he didn't even see any memories as far as he could tell. When he woke up, the day was bright already with the sound of rain pattering everywhere around him. 

He could feel the droplets falling on him even from the thick foliage and saw just how large of a storm it was.