Last Person Here

Last Person Here

Hooly Fruck!

With one powerful kick, Evan practically threw the door of the blue shitter open, and even in the current haze of his vision he could see that it was nearly pitch black in the park save for a lamppost or two stationed around the perimeter. Though even in the amber glow of the poles, everything around the circle of lights was engulfed with the natural darkness of the night.

Evan just looked ahead, dazed and with a head full of the coors and the corona extras from earlier that whatever amount of sleep he just had clearly didn’t drown away entirely. No vendors can be seen anymore, no food trucks, or laughing people laying on the beach by the lake, no inflatable bounce houses, no nothing. Just Evan and the lampposts and the croaking frogs taking their midnight privacy in the lake.

Demnit. Evan thought, though even the words in his brain felt slurred to him. Demnit, Demnit, Oh Shiite!

Evan pressed his hands to the walls of the porta potty, and with whatever muscle powers the booze would allow him he raised himself up from the crapper he apparently took a hangover nap on. He couldn’t even remember when he went into the porta potty, or even why. Guessed at one point the corona flowing in his bloodstream sent a message to his brain that he needed to go take a leak, or a crap, or maybe even both.

Wail He thought. The werong messages was sendt. Because he checked, his shorts were still up. Hopefully nothing was stained though.

He pushed himself out of the door. Once out of the potty, squinting his eyes, Evan looked around the place. The porta potty he was in was placed next to three others on the right, right in front of a wooden fence that blocked off a span of road separating the park and a body of pine woods. The glow of the nearest lamppost was the only thing illuminated that Evan could see, and that’s not saying much because of the blur in Evans eyes and the shadows covered the porta potties more than the lamps.

Evan looked around. Jesus, where the hell was Bill? Evan went to the fest with him, and the asshole must’ve been so hammered he completely forgot he brought his good ol’ friend Evan along with him to see the fireworks. Though mostly he just wanted to enjoy some of the truck foods and drown in the beers Bill had had in his basement fridge for a month just for an event like this to have the excuse. Figures.

Evan was now the only one on the fairground. From what he can tell, there was not a single body near the lake anymore. Unless you could count the frogs croaking by the water or the crickets that are starting to begin their familiar chirping in the night. Other than that, Evan was the only person standing in the dark alone. His pounding head and his on-and-off blurred eyesights, though, gave him a hard time to give a crap about that thought. He just wanted a ride home right now, and then to hopefully howl at Bill’s ass for leaving. Probably not till tomorrow when both he and Bill passed their hangovers. At least Evan thinks Bill was hungover tonight, he usually was.

Evan reaches into his pocket. Left or right?

Rieght! Evan thought.

He took out his phone and hit the button. His vision was still a bit fuzzy, because he couldn’t see if his phone said eleven forty-nine or forty-eight. Nevermind, from second looks Evan saw the eleven looks more like twelve. He swears he has never been this hammered before in his life, not even compared to the time at the Starlite Ballroom last year.

Well, his eyes were clear to see there was no more than one bar.

“D-Dammet” He said to himself. It was practically impossible to get the best reception in this park, it seems like the lines are always scattered everywhere no matter the time or date. Luckily there’s some parts that have at least one signal. Especially by the restrooms.

Evan turned around, dazily, and looked into the direction of the park's restroom building. The one-story structure was lit up the most by the lampposts. It was the only seeable thing where Evan stands. The restroom was where someone can get the most bars on the park and is where someone would go if they go to a fair here and had to make a call or even send a text, which is kinda why a lot of young people can be seen hanging around on the wooden benches near it. Evan should know, cause whenever he went to this area that’s where he would go to check his insta real quick.

On his still wobbly legs, Evan walked towards the restrooms. Despite the natural little noises from the woods and the lake, everything had gotten still around Evan. Clearly a usual night here. As he walked forwards, the restrooms looked like a mile away rather than just two-hundred or two-hundred and fifty paces from where the potties stood.

I swear bill. Evan thought. You batter be more shetfaced than I em. Damnit!

When he was halfway to the bathrooms, Evan had sombered up some more.

Cause he’s pretty sure if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have heard the rustling to his right.

Evan groggily turns to the directions of the sound. It sounded like it came from the woods beyond the road. There was nothing in sight, just the trees shrouded in darkness by the night. Just a body of shadows made out of the tree’s silhouettes.

Chepmunks…. Evan thought. There’s usually a lot of them by the trees.

Evan wiped a hand across his eyes, trying to rub some more of the booze out of them and get the sombering moving. He then turned back around and walked to where the restrooms are. He was about ten or twelve paces closer to it when he heard another sound of movement by the woods. First rustling again, then a step on sticks.

Evan turns back around, expecting nothing again.

He didn’t expect to see a person hidden in the shadows.

Even drunk as hell, Evan felt taken aback by the sight. The figure was just standing by the side of the road, covered head-to-toe in darkness. Their faces were completely covered in the blackness of the night.

Evan stared at them, going slack-jawed. Must’ve stood maybe ten, twelve, or even thirteen yards from him. Well sometimes it looks shorter like seven yards, or longer like twenty-seven yards. Damn his eyes were starting to hurt. The person, the shadow person, stood there like a plank stuck in the ground.

“Hey!” Evan waved at the person before him “Who the fuck are–”

He heard something else then. Something from behind. Behind him…

Evan turned around quickly, and was met with the word “hickory” in his face. Then a quick buzz of a headache, then hazy darkness again…

A sliver of scarce light came through Evan’s squinted eyes. But his vision was weakening. His mind was not in a state for comprehension. But through his slitted-open eyes, Evan made one only thing through with whatever consciousness he currently had left; Two lean figures, both completely shrouded in the inking shadows, standing over him. One standing to his right, the other at the bottom where his feet are. Dark wool material served as their jackets and hooded their faces from view, so that all that was where the face should be were nothing but deep, oval-shaped pits of endless darkness. The one to the right was holding something. Something long and wooden, but Evan could barely make it out.

“Last person here…”

Through the haze, Evan could hear words like that slither into the blunt blur of his mind. More awake, he could’ve sworn it was just one of those random voices someone would have at the back of their heads. Something to ignore and go about your day. But Evan could’ve sworn it came from the figure by his feet.

“Yeah…He sure is…” Another voice, even smaller and more “slithering” than the other, responded. It must’ve come from the other one now.

Evan could barely keep his eyes open. The figure to his right crouched down on his knees. And at that second, Evan, both mind and sight, faded into a confining blackness.