The Reserved dinner is placed in a captivating town. Expecting the tourism routed path. Set on foot several stragglers making it to the checkpoint. Taking all they could carry had nothing to being expected; as arrived. They were safe and let about their travel and expectations. Further details are informed committed to later details to further their accommodations. The director had passed unconcience the one and only holding further case of the planned escape.
Clutched in hand and arms finding the visible encounter blaring and unaware of who they are expecting. Walking toward the counter in line person per customer. Given the greeting and a sense of torture held their breath. Getting past the first checkpoint, going against odds. Their grocery bags set along cleared counter space. Working on a late snack that can nourish their hunger. Making silence saving their breath of half to death misery.
Staying quite while the door resumed a peering of who named faced could make of what can be explained. With the handover gesture giving a warm soup a welcome to your inlet and stay. A warm bath sounding exotic. The already furnished design would be restful.
Reading near dark hours a quiet silent type of activity. Disturbed sleep was often from trauma of tiredness. Instant waking to a daily schedule had in mind the minded blown riff. And planning the escape by being captivated while a travel made by tourism agents. Unknowing they even made it to their accommodations. Unexplained planned off turn route to find their self disappearing leaving least unfriendly encounter of delusional voices. Unheard to everyone looked the same angry half-eaten breakfasts. Holding on to their hope nothing seemed to be communicating with them. All they catch up being seen to team up. They did pick up a few hikers going their way. Knowing they will be separated and held against their willing ability. And to study what would be critical to find themselves drawing apart; separated and going against each other. The negative insult, the crazed laugh manic ongoing about "let's get dinner started" Hung cage-like for captured animals feeding dwells for nourishing times to keep them awake. Noticing they can all be the same; looking grungy and savage torn and tattered faces and hair. making all sound hysterical to what they really are.
Now the under greeting breath would leave the unconcience waking up being descriptive and told how time changes the status of how he appeared. His satchel sat perched in their backpack. Inspired by his own plans and hope to find his friends. Miserable to find hope still. Being taunted about how they will find their way out of here. The look of fresh hooved stature and figure. Keeps them hung drifting slowly draining their strength from their over heated life.
Making sipping and weak voices someone drinking out of their souvenir cup. The footsteps slowed talking to in normal conversation ability. Hearing of trophes and stories ever needed to be heard again and again. So proud til this say and bloody sport breath. Unending making motivational speech and slurs and howls. His eye lids blinking and a diving hit to his head. Foot dragging behind him, dragging him away and he lay inside a darkend room. When he wakes they will find him and doing guess work of his movement. Maybe they have a warm heart and could just be mean. A sense of out going lights droning noises and lack of movement. Door jeering shut will never be opened he senses panick ridden in this room he will be in gone and ignored.
Sleep was lousy thing to do. Working off energy and keep picking at the edibles. Imagine to be freed and making tortuous attempts to be found again and again. Some never had left had hope to die. These given sacrifices to the only living to survive past. Hinges torn and antique looked rusted and over used to sit to glare at their immaculent scene. Over looking the dock and boats. The peaceful way to never go and struggle into down river heels and survive at their opposing techniques. The beauty of it all the falling branches and ingrown flowers brushing a path freely expressions for air and exercise. Baker and Grill neatly placed and used over and over. Hearty fault used menus by ongoing traffic stopping to catch up on the warmed brew of coffee and talk.
Good fellow talk stoppers stammer sometimes and fall into tears of who they were. Going against their wishes ongoing about their own life to sacrifice. Sometimes they had it all. And still seek into their opportunity by skill and enough work to keep them and busy making it in life. The nonstop will never be seen and for it all became and sat unknowing of everything else in a better place. Serving customers is a must and keeping their home a place of their own. No one to change their music or their pace ongoing pages go blurr and give up into their fright and nightmares that wont go treated and hesitate all else to give any warm wishes to keep strong and going on how they will be finished. Its manic to see what life they had been to be understood unfairly and keeping their way hearty. To be understood is underestimated. Males keep their path haunted and hard to falsify and protected. Hunting and camping news to most set unidentified trails to keep their grill going. Nothing could ever go wrong. Men kept their warm gloves and coats as if keeping what is so important to them with them and never can feel their warmth. And ever has any food became a sense of living which their biggest wish came true.
They won't change from leaving their old boots for what they really deserve and kept everything to their hearts and above their belt. They had lost all what their from and have been successful to prove what their ontaking hearts can be.
Proving the nightmarish theme may their wishes go as planned. They have everything to lose and kept their bedside their place of unknown rest. Set off foot a travler might seem captive any unreality making his protruding thoughts more real. When tampered and found something hassled of theirs things go wrong and overturn this world upside down. They will never be happy and are tired of it all. "It always goes to hell" They can never do nothing and to prove they all had it coming. The End of the world suffers from it all will never cease, the blaring signals and death ill related to be again and again. Overall road kill hazards win over a look over again given another chance to breath. To keep trying to look normal hearsay to break the whitenoise and waking lights. Set along paths to deny any of it will go away. We mean no harm or scare. The least bidden is nighmarish to this world. Comfort of attraction and inset ongoing. Keeping interests in difference. Nothing can be retained to remain. The many interests set upon denial and deserve the worsened pattern. Going against many wishes living without any air are light breaking through walls. The tiring wails and cries paned the walls. Bloody walls covered in death sequenced many deaths. Anything was sacrificed not a wink; not a breath, or a drop of life detected. Needing interaction and truth of life and set in a difference paths lit for ongoing capture. Coaxed and ridden by lurking offensive welcome. Made to hesitate overall given to prove any claw markings engraved floors or wisps of lifetakings. Breaks my breath of what is not even spoken.