Day 160

The downpour outside drowned out the sound of his laboured breathing.
It felt like hours since he had seen his friends, though his phone's clock
said only ten minutes has passed.

They'd decided to hang around this old playground that was roughly
somewhere in the middle of their respective houses.
After about an hour it began to rain so their solution had been to buy
alcohol.
Being the only broke one, he didn't want to go along.

The driest place turned out to be in a slide, one of those tunnel ones with
little see-through plastic circles along the sides.
So he sat about halfway down it and waited.

Through the plastic he could just about make out the rest of the park light
up faintly by the nearby street lights.
He heard what sounded like his friends coming back, but he was still a tad
cautious - being alone at night can do that to you.
He peered over the top of the slide, just above the lip and saw who was there.

They looked like someone dressed up as his friends, in a morphsuit made
of their skin and clothes.
They sounded like his friend's voices recorded and played back half the speed.
They are looking around for him, crooning his name and laughing.
They began to spread out, still searching.

This leaves us at the present.

He is waiting in the slide.