So there he was, standing by the edge of the fence. Slowly approaching him, I can feel this sharp pain in my gut. It's almost unbearable, and stops me in my tracks. Looking at this man, he's wearing a long coat, at least has to be 40lbs on him, a cigar dangling from his mouth as he raised his arm to wave at me. Feeling this intense nerve, I gulp and walk slowly more towards him. He cracks a sinister smile that makes the goosebumps on my skin feel distressed. Getting closer, I can hear snarling from behind me. It's almost demonic, okay something is going on" I said to him: He looks back at me, his eyes as blue as the pacific ocean, he turns to me and murmurs "you have been chosen" Me? Chosen? Chosen for what? "I don't understand any of this, chosen for what?" I...