Doom Island

The cold morning air nipped at my toes through the old sneakers, kicking up stones from the graveled road, most of the dusts remained asleep in the heavy air. The familiar pot holes were barren of water in these first days of autumn just small craters scattered throughout my laden path. I rounded the corner of the old road and stopped to drag my feet through the dirt. I awaited my fate. Within minutes that seemed like hours I began to hear the screeches and groans of the beast that was coming for me. As it got closer I could almost hear the voices of the other victims wailing, sometimes laughing and talking as they fell prey to the giant yellow beast. Then it came, pulling up beside me and screeching to a halt, it’s enormous body settling into a stopped position as the flap of it’s gills opened up revealing a set of black stairs with safety yellow painted on their edges. I unwillingly climbed the steel stairway to begin my voyage to Doom Island……