This time, nobody ambushed me. The streets were completely empty, making Arcadia feel like a ghost town. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. It was as if everyone had perished. The situation didn’t feel right in the least; it was strangely eerie. That’s what’s funny about silence. Sometimes it’s a great thing, but other times it means that something is seriously wrong. It’s the calm before the storm.
As I walked around the seemingly abandoned town, my psychotic hallucinations returned. One, in particular, screwed me up mentally; this random gray balloon descended from the sky, popped when it touched my skin, and unleashed a bunch of giant ants that bit into my flesh. For every ant that I threw off, hundreds more came. I saw bite marks on my arms before the ants disappeared i
