This story is set in no particular continuity, neither my own, some book, or the tv show. Jeremy was walking down the street . He was bored of the interior of the Call Centre in which he worked, so he made a promise to himself to go outside more when he got time off. However, he was also slowly getting bored of the areas in which he walked, same street every time, so today he decided he’d change it up. Instead of turning left and continuing down the street, he turned right, heading into a park area which led into the woods. Tall pillars of oak reached longingly to the sun, hiding it from the eyes of Jeremy as he trod along the dirt . The path ahead was refreshingly clear of any form of building. He knew where he was going and he knew which areas to stay away from, or so he thought. On an incline, a man was face down in the dirt. His clothes were ragged, a lime green waistcoat that adorned his upper half. His hair was loose and wavy, dishevelled but not very. Jeremy stopped, gazing
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