Gone Fishing

Waiting for a trap to be sprung is one of those things you just can't rush. As much as you want whatever horrible thing to just happen, you can't just force people/creature in hiding to make their presence known, you have to let them toy with you. In this case it meant I explored a lot of empty houses and wondered what in the gods name had happened to everyone. I did find some decent food and made myself a really big sandwich because why not the food was going to waste if I didn't eat it! I did notice everyone's door were unlocked, which seemed extra odd (extra odd  in the face of everyone missing so helpful to me but still strange).

I did pick up a habit of talking to myself again (I swear I do this every time I'm alone for extended periods of time, in prison I had three separate personalities I would converse with, I think I scared the one guard who checked in on me, but I can't say for sure). It was a way of passing the time, at first I was talking to Carlina because she was my most recent companion and I needed someone to blam me for everything that had happened (yeah I'm more than a little screwed up). It was in the midst of one of these conversations I ran across another person. At first I thought my auditory hallucinations had moved on to being visual ones, but he was dressed so weirdly and doing something so boring I couldn't even dream up (fishing) that I had to take him at face value. Though he didn't accept me, which is kinda hilarious.

"You aren't really there." It was his first words to me as he kept fishing (have I gone over fishing before? Very quickly, extremely boring hobby people have where they use a stick with line tied to it haul in animals too stupid to live, there I've explained fishing). Next to his tackle box and bucket for his catch was a rather large hammer, no firearm but he was pretty tall and muscular I could only assume the hammer ended most conversations.

"I assure you sir I'm real." I suddenly felt very unarmed next to the fisherman, sure I had my magic, but no sword or firearm of my own, why it almost seemed like I was completely unprepared for everything on this trip, which goes counter to my usual over preparedness.

"No you aren't, because everyone here is gone." His voice sounded resigned like he'd had this conversation before. He had red hair like I used to have, and we both had dark skin, which showed we might have even been from the same place once upon a time.

"I'm not from here, I just arrived with a companion who has gone missing do you know what happened?" He sighed and kept fishing, he hadn't even really turned around to talk to me, which is kind of rude.

"You're companion is gone and you will be too Mister, I don't know what gets people but it doesn't miss you for long, you'll be the third person I've talked to about this, and you'll be the third person I've seen disappear in thin air."

"Maybe you should stop fishing and help me?"

"Help you what disappear?" He had a slow way of talking, like that sentence took about a minute for him to say, forgot to mention that earlier. I sighed and looked to the sky, I could tell it was going to be hard to convince the fisherman to help me, but for some reason I knew I needed his help. Because I'm an idiot you see.