Fan Fiction ❯ To the poor unfortunate soul who found this diary…welcome to hell. ❯ Journal entry #1 ( Prologue )

March 5, 2002

I have been here over three weeks now and it seems to be a well-known fact that I will never be able to return home. I've been running from the Wichta for what seems like forever. They want to use me in some kind of ritual to bring forth a creature know as Adfonmachda. One that lives off the souls of any poor soul that gets in its way. But of course a sacrifice must be made, that sacrifice was me. Yes poor little Megan Rockmen was being her usual intelligent self " ex-excuse me but I'm trying to find my way home" god give pigtails and a little dog named toto and I could star in my own movie. Of course at the time I was staring at a seven-foot ape with a large mallet in his hand about ready to piss my pants. You see the Wichita believed that if they brought back Adfonmachda back from the dead then he would be oh so grateful and award them by giving them eternal life instead of sucking their souls back on a nice sunny day. All they needed was one that was not of this world oh yes that would be me, wow I'm starting to feel a little special here. But as it turns out the Wichita aren't that bright, so the old rock throw worked just fine. The large stupid mammal went to see what had made the noise while I sneaked out the backdoor so to speak. Now I'm at least three hundred miles away from the Wichita camp ground in some kind of marsh or swamp. There are so many damn bugs and things that I'd rather not mention, my clothes are dirty, my hair is a mess and I only have one sock. How the hell do I only have one sock? I'm going to find a stream or something to go bathe in, I'll write back later.

P.S: note to self: grow a spine