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“Come on, Seth,” Adam’s voice was strained as he spoke into the phone, swallowing thickly. “I don’t know why every single person has decided to send me to voicemail, man, but you gotta pick up. You always pick up and I’m getting freaked out.” Ever since they’d woken up, Adam knew something was wrong. The six of them being the only people in town, no driver, no townies. Nothing. He’d tried called his mom - voicemail. His dad - voicemail. Every single one of his four siblings - voicemail. “I just want to know you’re okay,” He murmured quietly into the phone, a tear slipping down his cheek. Hearing someone behind him, he snapped the flip phone shut, turning around with an expression much like a deer caught in the headlights. “Uh, sorry,” He cleared his throat, wiping at his eyes. “Everything okay?”

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Once they’d all woken up and waited for the driver that never showed, Alix decided she didn’t exactly want to wait around to find out. With her travel pack slung over a shoulder, she trekked off from the group, deciding to find another way to Philadelphia–even if it meant paying for a taxi to the next greyhound stop. It didn’t take long for her to realize that plan was a failure. Alix stopped once at a gas station, again at a coffee shop, then again at a bar with a sign flaunting a pay phone inside. After being sent to voicemail more than a few times, her mind took note of the abandoned drinks and plates at nearly every table. It was peculiar, especially for a place that likely isn’t busy right before closing–small town or not, bars tended to empty out save for a few stragglers–but it looked like the evening rush abandoned everything at the same time.

Alix wasn’t sure hos long she’d been sitting at the bar before the door opened, an hour maybe, likely two. She released a sigh and looked up to see another passenger from the greyhound. “No one’s showed up,” she said as way of greeting. “Not the bartender, a patron or even–” Alix waved at a set of keys a few feet down the bar– “whoever those belong to.”

This was really freaking Adam out. The driver never showed and he couldn’t find anyone that wasn’t on the bus with him in sight. His teeth chewed on his lower lip as he pressed the call button on his phone again for possibly the twentieth time that hour. Voicemail. Again. “Uh hey Mom,” He spoke into the phone lowly as he entered the bar, somewhere he hadn’t yet looked. “Like I said in the last voicemail, the bus broke down, we’re still stuck, I’m really getting freaked out. Please call me back-” The automated voice cut him off, and Adam sighed heavily, shoving the flip phone into his rucksack. He startled at the sound of another voice, recognising her as one of the other’s from the bus. “Yeah, the entire town kinda seems that way.” He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “The phone working?” He asked, wondering if that would be able to get through to his family is his mobile couldn’t.

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When the bus broke down, Charlie was a little embarrassed to admit that the first thing he thought about was getting food. Sure, it was New Years. Sure, that pizza place across the street could very well be closed in the middle of the night - and yet, there was a neon Open sign that he could spot. So, after dropping his suitcase off in the room he’d been assigned, he wandered over to the pizza joint, got himself a pizza, and headed back. Only now, his roommate for the night was in there too. “Oh, hey.” He said first, a half-eaten slice of pizza in one hand and the box in the other. “Do you want some? I can’t eat the whole thing. Well, maybe I could. But I really shouldn’t.”

All Adam wanted was to be home, not stuck in the middle of literally nowhere, nervously chewing at his fingernails in a dodgy looking motel room. His phone was dead, naturally, and so he was charging it up, staring at the water stains on the motel ceiling. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there staring into space when he heard a voice, almost jumping out of his own skin. “Oh, hey. Uh, nah it’s alright, I’m not that hungry,” Adam lied, he could eat, but he’d rather not accept hand outs.