Chapter 4: Dead Ahead
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There was something really strange about the way this strange wintry town looked. No, not strange as in how some old Western tale would put it but really, awfully, incredibly strange.
First the snow was the wrong colour - something between shocking pink and mauve when settled, and somewhat maroon when falling. Then the sky was distinctly green - emerald green to be precise. The sun was setting and it looked very deep purplish, with burgundy rays filling out what was turning out to be a really ugly brown sunset. There was also something about the houses which he couldn't put his finger on at first, but which became slowly apparent to him as he kept looking them over.
"Oh heck! No chimneys - and there's smoke from the sides! Jeez is it gonna get any weirder or what?"
Then he heard it.
'Tis the season to be sorry
Fululululuuu lu luuu luuu luuuu
Hang their heads up red and gory
Fululululuuu lu luuu luuu luuuu
When their blood drips, drink it slowly
Fululuu lululuuu luuu luuu luuuu
That's a sorry Christmas story
Fululululuuu lu luuu luuu luuuu!
His bed offered small comfort as he snapped awake, staring unblinking at the ceiling.
- Writer
