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the happiest place on earth
Apr. 13th, 2019 10:09 pmNormally, the drive from Las Vegas to Anaheim, California would only take five hours or so. With the roads jam-packed with cars, baking in the sun along with their decomposing passengers, it takes Lloyd nearly two days to get there.
During the night, he sleeps in the backseat of the Jeep, which is the kind of sleep he used to get a lot of, back in the good ole penniless days. He's not scared, exactly -- he knows the dark man has got his back, one way or another -- but being alone with miles and miles of death around him still gives him the heebie-jeebies.
He's meant to be picking up a guy named Klaus Hargreeves, which in Lloyd's mind, conjures up an image of a stern German gentleman, with a well-trimmed mustache and a fancy cane topped with a wolf's or a snake's head. And since Flagg told him this guy is special enough that he needs his "very best man" to fetch him and bring him to Vegas... well, Lloyd feels pretty justified in painting an outlandish mental picture.
The sun shines brutally above him as Lloyd pulls over by the pink castle bearing the sign: DISNEYLAND PARK. Lloyd's only visited one theme park as a kid, and certainly not one as grand as this. He steps out of the car, and the sun instantly begins to bake into him. He slides on his sunglasses. The castles and rides are drained from electricity, but they glint marvelously in the sunlight, and Lloyd can almost hear the music, the commotion, the delighted screams of children riding the coasters.
The park, thank fuck, is deserted. They must've closed shop once the flu really hit its stride, leaving the kids to rot in their homes and family cars.
As he walks down the park's main road, Lloyd comes across two figure slumped together in a human-sized teacup, dressed as Goofy and Winnie the Pooh, their respectively gloved and furry hands joined. Their rotting smell smacks Lloyd right in the face, making him stagger back a bit. Lloyd has seen enough of the dying and the dead to have a decent guess of what's under the costumes, and Christ, it sure ain't a pretty picture.
As he wanders around the abandoned park, he starts to suspect that Flagg has sent him here to pick up a real life cartoon character. Lloyd's not even sure encountering one would surprise him, at this point.
"Hello?" he calls out, and his voice carries through the haunted, silent playground. "Uh, Mr. Klaus?"
Yeah, he's already forgotten the dude's last name.
During the night, he sleeps in the backseat of the Jeep, which is the kind of sleep he used to get a lot of, back in the good ole penniless days. He's not scared, exactly -- he knows the dark man has got his back, one way or another -- but being alone with miles and miles of death around him still gives him the heebie-jeebies.
He's meant to be picking up a guy named Klaus Hargreeves, which in Lloyd's mind, conjures up an image of a stern German gentleman, with a well-trimmed mustache and a fancy cane topped with a wolf's or a snake's head. And since Flagg told him this guy is special enough that he needs his "very best man" to fetch him and bring him to Vegas... well, Lloyd feels pretty justified in painting an outlandish mental picture.
The sun shines brutally above him as Lloyd pulls over by the pink castle bearing the sign: DISNEYLAND PARK. Lloyd's only visited one theme park as a kid, and certainly not one as grand as this. He steps out of the car, and the sun instantly begins to bake into him. He slides on his sunglasses. The castles and rides are drained from electricity, but they glint marvelously in the sunlight, and Lloyd can almost hear the music, the commotion, the delighted screams of children riding the coasters.
The park, thank fuck, is deserted. They must've closed shop once the flu really hit its stride, leaving the kids to rot in their homes and family cars.
As he walks down the park's main road, Lloyd comes across two figure slumped together in a human-sized teacup, dressed as Goofy and Winnie the Pooh, their respectively gloved and furry hands joined. Their rotting smell smacks Lloyd right in the face, making him stagger back a bit. Lloyd has seen enough of the dying and the dead to have a decent guess of what's under the costumes, and Christ, it sure ain't a pretty picture.
As he wanders around the abandoned park, he starts to suspect that Flagg has sent him here to pick up a real life cartoon character. Lloyd's not even sure encountering one would surprise him, at this point.
"Hello?" he calls out, and his voice carries through the haunted, silent playground. "Uh, Mr. Klaus?"
Yeah, he's already forgotten the dude's last name.
