Karlzell Johnson

The games we play!

Stumbling forward from a sorrow drowning bing just moments earlier, Allen walks dejected down a dark and Smokey alley. Allen falls over a duffel bag. He slowly looks around and an empty alley stares back. He quickly opens the bag and is instantly frozen. Allen face is flushed as he checks for onlookers. Allen wipes his face in amazement, in the bag was bundled up cash. Allen quickly stands himself up and dust himself off. In disbelief, Allen slaps his own face to somehow sober himself up. Knowing that he has to make a quick decision, Allen grabs the bag and walks briskly forward to the opening in the alley that leads to the street. As Allen reaching the street a phone rings. The ringing startled him. Allen cautiously looks around. The streets were unusually barren. The only thing the stood out on the street in this gloomy night was a single pay phone that seem to be under the only working street light, Serving as a beacon. Allen looks away, but the phone continuously rings. Ignoring the phone, Allen try's to understand what's happening and where everyone is. The ringing continues and gets louder and louder, distracting Allen from his thoughts. Allen storms over to the pay phone, picks it up, and slam it down. He breathes a sigh of relief, for now he is able to focus on this fork in the road he is saddled with. An eerie quietness covers the streets and Allen is shaken by the sudden ringing of the phone. This time Allen answers the phone. "Hello" says Allen. A brief silence comes over Allen and then a response from a gravelly deep voices answers back. "Allen don't be alarmed." Says the voice on the phone. Allen replied "who is this? How do you know me"?