World of Anarchy/Chapter 26

This is a preview of Chapter 26 of World of Anarchy entitled: Cabin In The Woods.

Chapter 26 – Cabin In The Woods
November 16, 2014. Omid's POV. He walked as quietly as he could through the cabin trying not to wake everyone but the wooden floor made that hard. It was about seven in the morning from what he could tell though he wasn't exactly sure. The time of the day plus the lack of power forced him to try and find the restroom in the dark.

He ran his hand along the wall to help guide him. After passing by two bedrooms and tripping over a shoe that was left out in the hall he found the restroom. He quickly stepped inside and walked over to the sink.

“Come on...” He said reaching for the handle and hoping that when he turned it he would be greeted be a stream of water. Luckily for him he was.

He quickly cupped his hands to catch the following water and splashed it on his face. The cold water made him waken even more than he already was. As he reached for one of the towels on a rack next to him, he noticed something behind the tank of the toilet on his right. Upon closer inspection he found that a baggie was tapped to the back of it.

A bag filled with triptophine.

Immediately he felt sweat begin to form on forehead and palms of his hands as the memories he worked so hard to forget came rushing back.

2010. University of Pennsylvania. “Shit, man. I can't do this. Not all in one fucking night anyway.” Omid said to his roommate as he rested his head in his hands.

He was struggling to get his essay done before the next morning when it was due. It was already one in the morning, and his class was at seven in the morning. What's worse is it was a fifteen page essay and he had just barely started on it. It wasn't his fault entirely; he had just started his internship at HavenCorp which had put a dent in his studying time. And on top of it all, his other classes had kept throwing assignments at him left and right.

“You gotta chill out, Bromid.” His roommate, Kurt, told him.

“Chill out? How the fuck am I supposed to chill out right now? If I fell this class my whole future will fall apart. I'll lose my internship and--”

“So?”

“So, what?”

“What's the big deal about losing the internship anyway?”

“What do ya mean 'What's the big deal'? It's my dream job, man. All my life I wanted to make things—create things that help people. And that job will let me do that.”

Kurt scoffed. “What ever bro. Everyone knows that HavenCorp isn't out to help people.”

“Oh not this again,” Omid said turning away from his friend and back at the computer screen at on his desk. “I'm getting' real tired of hearing your crazy nut-job conspiracy theories.”

“Crazy nut-job conspiracy theories? More like well proven facts, man!” Kurt said as anger rose in his voice. “I know for a fact that, that company, has been secretly making a flesh-eating retrovirus, man. And that they plan on taking over the whole world by putting these mind controlling devices into us through those flu vaccines they shit out every year.”

Omid rolled his eyes and said sarcastically: “''Oh right, Kurt. And the Illuminati's secret base, Area-51, is hidden in my ass, which is where they secretly created AIDS and Ebola.''”

“Whatever, man. My contact knows what's-what.”

“Your contact? You mean Crazy Pete? That homeless dude that smells like rancid cheese?”

“Yup.” Kurt said with a nod.

“Jesus, Kurt...” Omid said as he shook his head and laughed. “...Anyways, how do you handle it man? All the stress and shit? 'Cuz you never seem fazed by any of it.”

Kurt shifted uncomfortably. “That's...you wouldn't like it.”

“Like what?” Omid said sitting up straighter.

Kurt sighed and walked over to his sock drawer and pulled out a little bag that he then tossed to Omid. He caught it on reflex and stared down and the small baggie in his hand. Inside was what looked almost like brown cinnamon, but he knew that it wasn't.

“Dude...is this...?”

“That—Is my little secret to relieving stress. Rub a little on your gums and you'll see what I mean.”

Omid hesitated. “Umm...what is this stuff--”

“Just rub a little of it on your gums, man.”

Omid looked down at the baggie, and with out even realizing it, he had already opened it up and begun rubbing the substance in his mouth.

Present Day. He stared down at the baggie in hand thinking about how much he regretted ever using back then. About how much it ruined him. He silently cursed to himself and held the baggie out over the toilet. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to drop it in. He knew he should and thought about what the others might think of him if they found out. What Jane would think. But even then he couldn't bring himself to let go of it. Instead he slipped the bag into his front pocket and quietly left the bathroom.