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Blog #6 To New Beginnings

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Surprisingly awakened by the fog in the air, Bradley rubbed his eyes thinking it was entirely his vision or another symptom. Rolling out of bed, only to discover that the deep crack in the wall along his bedside table, had fog rapidly seeping in. He gazed outside his window hoping to discover different a clear day, but his vision did not go further than the sidewalk below him. Today, he and all the rest of his neighbors will be imprisoned in their homes he imagined. He thought about the irony of his wish the other night, that he get a vivid understanding of the murderer, but today, it seemed as if the world was working against him, by blinding him from the truths that he is yet to unravel. Maybe this was not his fate, maybe the world did not want him to be the hero. Afterall he has had this old rusty knife sitting around his house making him paranoid out of his mind for weeks now.
He went outside his room to collect his newspaper, only to realize the deliverer gave him the wrong one. He looked closely at the headline “Ether Maitland Murdered?” He knew immediately this was not a coincidence. His stomach turned. Now he really thought the world was out to get him. He dropped the newspaper, ran back inside, wrapped the knife up in some paper towel and left his room.
He didn’t know where he was going exactly, but he just wanted it out of his possession. He saw a few neighbors in the distance, walking together, but could not make out who they were because of the fog infested hallways. He stopped in his tracks and turned around towards the stairway on the opposite side, he could not afford talking to someone right now, they would see right through him. Once he had gotten high enough in the building, to where it would not be obvious that he delivered such an item to someone’s door. He put it down off to the side of an apartment, he did not know who, nor did he care. It was now there problem.

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