You and Becky walk the path in almost total silence. Thankfully, the path is well lit by lampposts every few feet or so, giving you ample view of your surroundings. Despite jumping at every odd rustle in the brush, or hooting of an owl, the two of you are completely safe, and soon catch up with the other girls on the outskirts of the town.
The town, like the path is well lit, with lampposts on every corner, and every few feet of the sidewalk. It's an old town; from the look of the buildings it's been around since the early 1800's. The town itself is in good repair, with fresh coats of paint on the buildings, carefully manicured lawns, and flowers in bloom, their scent carrying on the wind.
The town actually seems almost frozen in time, as even the businesses and buildings have old style signs hanging from them. You can hear the disappointed mutterings of various girls in the crowd, however, as they all realize that this isn't the party island they'd been hoping to go to tonight. In fact, it wasn't even close.
Various girls begin trying to call people on their cellular phones, suddenly realizing that they didn't have signals. Becky was one of those.
"Shit," Becky mumbled, "I don't have a fucking signal either. Gee thanks, Nextel!"
"I don't think it's just you, Becky," you say, a little tired of just how oblivious Becky was. The crowd around you begins to disperse, the girls either deciding to make the best of things, or simply looking for a business with a phone.
Then suddenly it's just Becky and you, and you realize the streets are deserted. "Becky," you say quietly, and with a bit of dread, "Where are all the people?"
"They went to go find phones, to get the fuck off this island," she says, snapping her phone shut, after what seems like an eternity of pacing and trying everything to get a signal.
"No, Becky...not just the girls; where are the people who LIVE here? There's businesses, houses, buildings....but no people. Where are they?" You say, trying to ignore the growing feeling of panic welling up inside of you.
A howl echoes from the path you walked just a few minutes earlier. "Becky...we REALLY ought to get indoors."
It echoes again, this time much closer. And then a second howl follows it. "They're coming for us!" Becky whimpers.
"Quick, Becky, run!" you say, unable to shake the feeling you're possibly being herded somewhere, but realizing again that you have little choice.