Well, today has been one of my weirder days. All things considered, that is saying something.
It started out relatively normal. My boss, Mr Matranga, asked me to come down to his mansion. One of the other guys had found an invitation to a restaurant opening up in my neighborhood, but no one knew anything about it. He asked me to look into it, and see if I could dig anything up.
Something like this should have been fairly easy. In order to open up a restaurant you need to fill out tons of paperwork, from Health codes to electric bills. Unfortunately I couldn’t find any record of anything. According to city records, no one even owned the property.
I asked one of the guys to keep an eye to go check out the place, maybe talk to some of the local business men and ask if they seen anything. Not only did no one know anything about the place, but it was completely empty, even though it’s opening night was tomorrow.
Honestly at that point, I was starting to wonder if the invitation was a hoax or a practical joke gone to far. Restaurants don’t just spring up overnight, but The Boss wanted information on it and that is what he was going to get. I laid out all the information that I had, or lack thereof. The Boss agreed that it sounded unusual, however he gave me the invitation and asked me to make an appearance.
This is supposed to be fine dinning, so I broke up my nice suit. I called Fat Tony for backup, although honestly I chose him because I was expecting to sit in the car all night and wanted someone to talk to. Don’t get my wrong ole Tony’s a good shot, and damn reliable, I just didn’t think I would need that.
To my surprise, their was a line outside the restaurant, and it looked like someone did some MAJOR remodeling overnight. I called the guy I had watching the restaurant, and apparently he fell asleep. I’ll admit I was a bit frustrated at that, but I didn’t have time to deal with that at the moment. Not to mention the guy has been very reliable in the past, so I would probably let that one slide with only a warning.
I told Tony to park the car nearby, and wait with the car. I told him that I had a bad feeling about this place, and to keep alert. As I was walking up the the restaurant, I noticed a woman who goes by the name of Roads. She is a decent driver, and I’ve only heard good things about the way she handles herself in a pinch. As I was talking to her, an acquaintance of hers named Bastian St. Cloud came and stood next to us in line. A few minutes of small talk later and we let inside.
Once we got into the restaurant everything was perfectly decorated, it seems almost impossible that this could have been done overnight. They served a 5 course meal, that seemed to mostly consist of meat. The meat tasted unusual. It wasn’t bad, actually it tasted pretty good. All the sudden, I was sleepy. I don’t mean after Thanksgiving dinner sleepy. I mean the doctor tells you to count backwards from ten, and you never make it past seven.
I woke up in the back of a panel van with about ten other people. They were the other people in the restaurant. Roads and Bastian woke up a minute or two later. Roads managed to jimmy the door loose, and with help from Roads and Bastian, I shot out the tire. The van swerved a few times, and then flipped into a ditch.
The crash ejected me from the back of the van. I stayed on the ground for a few minutes thinking about how stupid my previous actions where, before moving around to the front of the van. Roads started tending to the passengers, while Bastian came up front. I covered Bastian while he pulled the driver out of the van.
The driver had a broken van, and was in a bit of shock. It seems like he didn’t know anything about the ‘cargo’ he was carrying. I turns out that one of the passengers in the back died, and several others were wounded, one severely. We didn’t have any cell reception, nor did we have any clue where we were. There were to many wounded people to carry to the highway, and some people where to injured to move.
We talked to the driver, and he told us that we were heading to a farm. It was around this time that we came upon the realization about the true nature of our earlier meal. To our disgust, it seems that the odd meat we had earlier was human.
We decided that it would be better to move onward to the farm. We couldn’t bring them all with us to the road, and there was always the chance they would come looking for us. After a few miles of walking we started seeing bonfires ahead. We decided to go through the woods in the hope in the hopes of not getting seen.
When we arrived at the farm, from the woods we could see robed figures around the bonfire. There was an old barn, with cages behind it as well as a couple of cars. As we were watching, a cultist headed towards the barn, got into one of the cars and drove off.
We headed to the barn, and climbed in through a window. It seems like a small propane kitchen was installed in the barn. We found some papers on the table that I collected while Bastian rigged the propane tank to explode. Mean while Roads was working on hot wiring the car. Roads’s jury rigging started drawing the cultists attention, so we hurried back out of the barn and as we drove off Bastian set off the propane tank, taking out the barn with it.
We drove as fast as possible, and since it was Roads driving, it was pretty damn fast. We managed to catch up with the car, and drive it off the road. The driver died in the crash, and the vehicle was totaled. We loaded up all of the injured in the car, and moved the driver of the van into the car’s trunk. We drove everyone to the hospital, and then I managed to bug out before the police arrived.
I waited a couple of hours until about 6 am. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep, and there wasn’t much reason to wake The Boss up. We went over everything, and he asked me to investigate this and to keep in touch with Bastian and Roads about this. He then told me to get some sleep. Easier said then done.
When I finally got to sleep, I had a horrible dream. Not surprising all things considered. I don’t remember much of the dream. Just this voice demanding “More”