“How could you not see that? The colonial aged person that barged out the fucking door?” Daniel held his hands out as he yelled at the darker skinned old man.
“Little Hope definitely has a colorful history behind it. It’s not how it used to be.” He raised his glass up and took a drink.
John and I walked up to him anxiously hoping to get some answers from him.
“Excuse me, we had a little bit of trouble up the road. We were in a crash and we’re just a little bit shaken up.”
“We’re all just a little shaken up. You look like you could use a drink.” The old man poured a shot glass of whiskey and passed it out to John. “Drinking is all I have left, after everything that has happened here.”
“Are you sure you want to have a drink John? Maybe it might be a good idea to keep a clear head.”
John looked at the drink anxiously, thinking about whether to give into a previous desire that was an unhealthy relief from stress, or whether to stay strong and focused.
To be continued….
(Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction of Little Hope. All rights reserved for Dark Pictures Anthology! This is all for fun! There are choices you can make that can affect the story just like the game, but this story differs from the game. Choose wisely!)