The Brady Road was marked with a thick fog right from start. An old brick laden entrance greeted any newcomers with an eerie presence. Red bricks now gone ash gray. The typical spear-headed fencing added to the dark flavor.
My brother walked straight into the shroud. His steps were brazen with ambition and greed. It wasn't his first time visiting the forsaken place. It's been said at the heart of the fog, you can hear faint voice, or more so an anguish with a prophetic insight. It is said to give you visions of the future or what is to come, but if there has also been rumors of people gone mad from the voices. Apparently, a man too long into hearing such cries will soon break down in spirit and mind.
Soon we arrive at the plaza. A faint look of a balcony was in sight, and from the distance, I could soon hear colors and lights. My mind wandered soon into the past and the future. Laughter and desperation all passed through me. Most importantly, I was feeling alone and scared. As I turned to see my brother, he grabbed hold me and began to run.
I ran passed the stairs, the streets, the buildings. Everything soon crumbled into one. White turned to gray, to black. Soon I woke up in a hotel. I was not in bed, but was working as a bellboy. 'Do this, do that.' After a few chores, I realized I was still amidst realms of the Brady Road.
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At the time, I was working menial jobs. I was working delivery one time. When I got to the place, I saw two workers fully in a HAZMAT Level A suit. They were working with a floating jelly writing in pain. It was soon united with a dog to become an amalgamation of a moss in a figure of what was an animal. The workers were talking about contamination. As they were trying to rid of their experiment, some got loose. It broke free from the confines of the experiment, and again, that was the last memory I recall.
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The safehouse was full again. Jeb and Alice were back. Jeb seemed darker than usual, while Alice was glowing in amber. The safehouse master greeted us, but her secretary was unwelcoming as usual. The secretary was always suspecting of a breech, perhaps of being compromised. Nonetheless, we did not have much time. We had to think of a way to fight back.
