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[ushouldcwhatic]

Johnny had just shaken Senator Greg Stillson's hand, and found himself launched into a vision. A black column. His hands had touched it, and there was ash on his fingertips. He glanced up to see the blackened Washington Monument, and the surroundings in flames. The end of the world, and Stillson was responsible somehow. He backed away from the

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[homestedsheriff]

Tom wasn't keeping track of how long he'd been walking. He'd never been big on wearing a watch.

He'd long since emerged onto an empty street, carefully waving the weapon in doors and windows-looking for signs of life until he heard the sounds of movement.

One of the perks of being a small town sheriff. Tom chambered a bullet, is the fact that I barely have to fire my gun.

He whirled, catching a brief glimpse of a man with a cane.

"Sheriff! Freeze!"
Perhaps this man has answers?

[ushouldcwhatic]

The Sheriff remark found Johnny approaching by a half step to see, and asking even though it didn't seem like his voice, "Walt?"

[homestedsheriff]

Tom doesn't lower the weapon, "-No. I'm Tom." Who's walt?

Questions.

"Keep your hands where I can see them sir." Tom raised the weapon again, "I want answers. Who are you? What is this place?"

And what is so incredibly wrong with it?

[ushouldcwhatic]

Johnny raised his hands some, one still holding his cane.

"I'm not sure either. Calm down, Sheriff. I'm confused as much as you."

He added, "My name is John Smith."