Part 1:

Working at the Gas Station sucks. No surprise to anyone. But what recently happened was the weirdest thing I've dealt with. And that says a lot when you're the only full-time employee in the s**tty Gas Station at the edge of town.

It happened last night. We just got done with dealing with a full-on sh*t feast not long before with Spencer Middleton and his Dark God boss.

I was just sitting behind the counter and reading a book as always. (The book was about some foundation that contains supernatural creatures and objects in case you wanted to know.) When Carlos entered the Gas Station for his night shift. He looked around and then went to the counter to speak to me.

"Hey man," He said. "Can I talk to you for a bit?"

I looked up at Carlos after he spoke. Then bookmarked my book and put it down.

"Sure thing! What do you want to talk about Carlos?" I replied.

"Don't you think it's getting more... strange at the Gas Station as of late?" Carlos asked.

I simply widened my eyes.

What do you mean the Gas Station is weird? I thought This place was the textbook definition of weird! I didn't understand how the hell Carlos would ask such an obvious question. But because he was the only person I could call a friend, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"What do you mean? Isn't the Gas Station always strange?" I asked. Tapping my foot as I wait for Carlos to reply.

"Yeah, but something seems to be... different. Don't get me wrong, it's still strange but not the same type of strange I'm not so familiar with Y'know?"

I nodded. Then I decided to ask the obvious...

"What is making you think this way?"

Carlos just took a deep breath and then grabbed some coffee to drink.

"I... don't know. It's just like I feel like we're going to be transported somewhere. Like back in time or in an alternate dimension!" Carlos stated, sipping some coffee before he continued with his explanation. "I just feel like some crap is going to happen. Ever since that Dark God stuff with Ben & Spencer. I'm on edge."

I narrowed my eyes. I understood Carlo's paranoia. But when he mentioned alternate timelines, that just confused me.

Before I could answer back, Jerry entered the Gas Station, wearing nothing but a Spongebob shirt and dark blue sweatpants.

"Hey, guys!" Jerry said, with the usual stupid smirk he always had. "It's been a while since Kieffer died!"

I simply sighed at that. Carlos replied with a "Not cool!" in a mildly annoyed voice.

"Hey! Don't be upset! I'm just saying that it's been a while since that happened!" Jerry replied with his sh*t-eating grin widening slightly. "Anyways, time for work!"

I was about to say something. But Jerry ignored Carlos and me and went to do his duties at the Gas Station with the most excited tone I've ever seen!

How can anybody get excited about working at The Sh*tty gas station at the end of town? I thought to myself. But then I noticed something dead apparent, it was Jerry we were talking about! Jerry is... well Jerry! Why should I be so surprised?

When I was thinking about this, Carlos snapped me into reality.

"Jack!" He yelled out. "Jack you gotta wake up!"

"What?" I replied.

"You okay buddy?" Carlos asked, concerned.

Carlos was sorting out our alcohol because we were half out of stock until recently. His face looked confused yet concerned. I was equally confused.

"Uhhh. Yeah!"

"You sure pal? I think you were a little shocked by Jerry, Jack."

"What else did you expect from Malbro? The guy's nuts!"

Carlos sighed and continued organizing the booze.

"Jack, why do you call him Malbro? That's kinda weird!"

I simply shrugged and sighed. I simply replied with "Force of habit. Y'know?"

I then heard Jerry screaming, his voice booming in the storage closet. "GUYS!" Jerry yelled, "I found something cool!"

Jerry went out of the storage closet with a screaming small dinosaur. Yes, a dinosaur. It was about the size of a chicken. Marlboro held it by the tail. It screamed out loud like a bird on meth.

"What the hell is that?" I said. My face is still not changing.

Malbro replied "It's a Microraptor! Cool right?"

Carlos was surprised that a literal prehistoric creature was in our gas station out of all places.

"Jerry? Where the hell did you get that?" Carlos said with an incredulous look. "And how do we know if that Microraptor isn't just some trick made by punks who want to steal the money?!"

"BUT IT'S LITERALLY in front of your eye Carlos! Why would I lie to you!" Jerry replied.

I just stood there as Jerry and Carlos had a debate over dinosaurs. I simply ignored the argument my two coworkers had. Just focusing on my book and letting the sounds of roars and screams phase out like a try-and-forget story.

I would continue to read my book, but then Benjamin busted down the Gas Station doors. He seemed better. Well better than the last time I saw the old man. He smelled better, and he was better groomed. And he was on edge. It seemed that he hadn't changed his clothes since I saw him in the Dark God incident. The only difference is that he was holding a backpack.

"HEY!" Ben yelled, "Are you guys seeing this sh*t?"

Benjamin looked around. Carlos and Marlboro stopped arguing and looked at each other, then at Benjamin.

"See what?" Marlboro said, still holding the Microraptor by the tail.

Benjamin replied, "Look outside!"

Ben then closed the door and pulled out various pistols, machine guns, and other weapons. With ammo to at least last us a month. As I stated previously, I'm not a gun guy, but one thing I do know is when the old man pulls out a gun, let alone multiple guns. That simply means something serious was going on.

"There are dinosaurs out there!" Benjamin stated, pointing his finger outside.

Just in the Nick of time, there was a roar heard outside. And what ran out into view of the Gas Station doors... was another dinosaur.

It looked like a medium-sized raptor. It looked like one of those velociraptors from Jurassic Park. It turned its head to us and then ran into the door.

"HOLY COW WE GOTTA ANOTHER DINOSAUR HERE!" Jerry yelled out. "Let's do this!"

Jerry dropped the Microraptor he held and ran to Benjamin. He was running like an idiot to the raptor. But before that happened, Benjamin shot the raptor in the head.

The raptor screamed out as it fell from the headshot before falling, leaving a pool of crimson on the Gas Station pavement.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Carlos yelled. "How could you do that?"

"Because it's a monster," Ben replied. "And besides, we're in an alternate reality! We better be careful! And if it means killing something. Then it means killing something dammit!"

"Oh, ok..." Carlos said he was silent for a little bit. "Well let's go and do a little research about where the hell we're at!"

And that's the weirdest thing I've ever dealt with. I'm currently living in an alternate dimension where prehistoric life exists next to mankind. I hate to do this but I got to go, The Gas Station is still in business in an alternate reality out of all places. And I want the gas station to be unsupervised. Anyways, this is Jack. From the Gas Station, signing out.

Part 2:

Hey everyone, sorry for the long update, it's just that a lot of things have happened at the sh*tty gas station as of late. As I said in part one, we're currently in an alternate timeline where prehistoric creatures never died off. Which made the job about a hundred times harder.

When I went to the back to take out the trash, a giant millipede was blocking off the dumpster. Yes, a giant millipede was blocking the dumpster this morning! I just dropped the trash and walked back to the gas station. I spoke to Carlos about it and he just replied "Oh that's just an Arthropleura! I don't think we should be worried about it that much! Just be careful when that shows up!"

In other words, that's not the only weird thing about this dimension. Or whatever location we found ourselves in. For starters, the locals seem off. I can't place my finger around it, it's just that the people in this reality just stare... and not only that, they have weird ways of payment. One of them paid me a two-dollar bill for a bottle of water. I had never even heard of a two-dollar bill before! Anyway, I've written some journal entries to document my experiences here. Things have been the busiest I've seen in a while, and I think the journal would just show what crap I've been dealing with more than I could. This is a transcription of my last shift last night.

2:30- The time is the same as at our home. At least something stayed the same. Benjamin forced us to stay in the gas station; I think he's being too paranoid. But due to him having weapons, there's very little we could do to stop him.

2:45- A roar was heard outside the gas station. Malboro tried leaving but Carlos stopped him before that happened. Benjamin went outside and found out the roar came from a saber-toothed tiger. He shot the thing dead and started cooking its meat. I was not fond of the old guy doing that but Ben told me it was "For our food supply," and "We could get tons of money if we showed this to scientists at our home dimension!" I don't think we could ever leave this place, despite Carlos and Marlboro's optimism.

3:00- The local people are insane! One busted down the door and tried to kill Carlos for no reason! The man started yelling out "YOU DON'T BELONG HERE! YOU SHALL BE DESTROYED BY THE HOLY SCORPION!" Luckily Benjamin shot him dead. I asked what was happening, and Jerry replied "Don't know some cult?" Carlos was sitting down on the floor, confused as hell, and looking around. He then just got up and went on with his duties. I then told Benjamin and Malboro that both of them should be more responsible for killing random things in the gas station. Because most of us have a job to do and murder wasn't one of them

A raptor came into the store five minutes after that cultist came to attempt death on Carlos' life. It looked like a realistic one, being the size of a chicken compared to the Jurassic Park one I saw a couple of days ago. It had white feathers with reddish-brown spots as well. It ran around making what I assumed were prehistoric cat noises. It then grabbed a party-sized bag of off-brand Doritos and jumped on the counter. I looked at the raptor; The raptor looked at me. We had a stare-down for about one minute. The raptor then gestured at the bag of chips, followed by pointing at the cash register. I then noticed that the small dinosaur wanted to buy the bag of chips.

"Uhh..." I blurted out. "That will be three dollars."

The raptor nodded and then shook its body, dropping a lot of ten-dollar bills and hundreds of quarters and dimes. I looked at the mess of money with surprise, the feathers of the creature were well-groomed. How the hell did a dinosaur have so much money? The raptor then just pointed to the money, grabbed a five-dollar bill, and passed it to me. I took it into the register and gave the raptor back two dollars. They then put it into its feathers. It then just started putting all the money inside its body, which only took about two minutes. It then nodded and just left. The experience felt a little euphoric. Somehow? It was a little odd but I liked the change of not having violence in the gas station for once.

4:30- The gas station became super busy an hour and thirty minutes ago. I'm having trouble keeping track of time. The locals of this dimension are getting used to our existence. It's a hunch but it's one of those optimistic hunches that only appear on the most drastic occasions.

I found a note in the backroom from the owners themselves. Handwritten and all. I simply sighed and read the note, this was what it said.

"Attention all employees. You may be wondering what type of situation you found yourselves in, but stop and stay put. This is an occurrence that happens once a decade, you will be staying here for about a month; Which is about a week in our timeline. Just remember to follow our rules and stay safe until you can get back home! And that's about all you need to know!

Sincerely, the owners."

I was shocked, to say the least. I sighed and showed Carlos and Marlboro this. They widened their eyes. Carlos' superstition was right after all. We are in an alternate timeline. Benjamin is living in the Gas Station as well. He has been sleeping in the supply closet, sustaining himself with his food rations, the meat from the saber tooth tiger he just killed earlier this shift, and some food he paid for from the gas station. I'm a bit worried about Ben, he is on edge a little bit too much for human health.

7:00- It's morning, I'm planning to leave the gas station for about five minutes to get some information about this place, Carlos will be on the watch. And Jerry will be at the cash register when people want to buy things. One thing that I noticed while talking to people here is that there have been reported sightings of a giant predator way bigger than an elephant roaming around the woods, as well as being well-known for terrorizing gas stations. Now I understand how on edge Ben is. I was talking to Carlos about it, and it seemed like he and Marlboro are massive prehistory enthusiasts. They somehow know a lot of things relating to dinosaurs and the ice age! It was kinda terrifying that Marlboro, the former cultist who was planning to blow up the world with a bomb knew all of this paleontology sh*t while the closest thing I knew about the topic was Jurassic Park and Walking with the Dinosaurs!

Carlos said "It could be a large theropod. It's probably a T-Rex. Mainly because they were the main predator in many North American regions and such. I think you know that we should tread carefully in this reality. Especially when dinosaurs are still alive!"

Carlos was right, but I sincerely told him that I was going to be careful and that I was not letting anyone even walk a centimeter in the woods.

Anyway, my laptop is at about 5% and I'm supposed to be at work in a couple of minutes. So I'll close this. So I guess this is to be continued.

Part 3:

Hey everyone, I'm back. And I have some things to tell you about. So, I did some research about the dimension where we're at. And I think there are some things I have to tell you. I don't know what to start with, but here are some 'fun facts' about the timeline the sh*tty Gas Station at the edge of town found itself in.

To start, the mere existence of prehistoric creatures being alive is one of the biggest scientific mysteries in this place. And there were several theories about how dinosaurs and the like somehow didn't become extinct, all lacking enough evidence to help make any progress on the topic. The leading theories come from passages in the bible. No, I'm not even joking. That's how mysterious this is. Religion somehow dominated science on how the dinosaurs survived that flying rock from space.

This also led to dinosaurs and prehistoric creatures being used for many purposes in recorded history. The Mongolian empire used velociraptors to invade Asia as an example. The Raptors were more effective against the Russians from the north. Another example of this was when Alexander the Great and his army fought a spinosaurus and easily killed it with few casualties. It was very common for ancient civilizations to use and just coexist with these. Even in modern history they still used them. Megalodons were usually in conflict with nineteenth-century whalers. And Microraptors are used for reconnaissance to this very day!

Anyways, that aside. I found out that the usual Gas Station weirdness is still here. The man in the trenchcoat is still making his rounds at the establishment. Rarely changing. Rocco the mutated or inbred raccoon and his brood are still here hiding in the ceiling of the Gas Station. I would usually try to get them out, but it's my least priority so far. The locals have gone into the gas station so much that I'm not sure if our entire stock could survive two weeks, let alone a month. Luckily a supply truck came in. But it only got our stock up to half of what it was before the reality hop at least. As of writing this, the locals have not been visiting the Gas Station that much. So far, only about five locals have gone into the gas station today. Also, Spencer is here! I think that Psycho is planning something. He has been calling the gas station constantly. Telling us "I'll see you soon!" And that he will be showing us his new boss. Whatever that boss is. I don't know. And I don't want to know.

Anyway, here are the journal entries I have for you this time.

March 3rd, 2018

7:30- My thoughts have been a blur after the research I did. After I came back and finished my research exploration twenty-five minutes ago. Nothing happened besides that Benjamin woke up and wasn't fond of me leaving the gas station for a brief amount of time. He said "Ya could've got yourself killed! Do you want to DIE JACK!?" not long before he scolded me. But I ignored it and told him to buy something or just leave! Which he reluctantly did. He purchased a bag of beef jerky.

I also found out that the time here is way different than our home reality. It's March 2018 in this place. In reality, it would be late 2017. It will be December of 2017 when the gas station gets back to normal reality. It's confusing and I think people don't truly understand how convoluted reality hopping is.

8:30- I went to take out the trash, and that Arthropleura was still there. It looked like it was unconscious though! And I luckily didn't have to fight a giant millipede! Thank God! I would probably get my ass handled by it anyway! Even if I wasn't injured probably!

Marlboro told me that Mussolini was killed because... let's just say he liked Microraptors too much in this timeline. I'd wish Marlboro was lying but I did some Googling. And he wasn't lying in the slightest bit! And I'm now more traumatized! All thanks to a former cultist and full-time crazy person!

9:00- Spencer Middleton called us. He said "I know you're here Jack. I have unfinished business with you, and with that old maniac killing my boss. I want to pay you a little visit." He stated it all in a terrifyingly calm tone. And hung up before I could reply. I was speechless.

"Hey, Carlos?" I asked.

Carlos was leaning on the counter nonchalantly and writing on the back of a receipt paper.

"Yeah homie, what is it!?"

"Spencer called us a second ago."

Carlos widened his eyes and replied with a dreadful "God no! Please no! Spencer is in this dimension too!"

I nodded, "Yeah, he's here! Go tell Benjamin and Marlboro about this! I think we should be on the lookout!"

Carlos sighed and said "Sure. But I still don't get why you don't call Jerry his actual name! You still call him Marlboro homie?!"

March 4th, 2018

12:30- Nothing was going on before I was writing this. We just got raided by Neanderthals. When we were organizing in the supply closet. They broke in using rocks and spears. They tried to steal our stuff but Benjamin shot a good chunk of them. The rest just scattered away and left. Carlos and Jerry had to bury about five bodies. We had to temporarily close to clean up the mess. It was that bad! It took two hours just to get rid of the blood.

1:00- Benjamin is pissed! He found out that I left yesterday for a few minutes. He told me "You can't be doing this Jack! You know that you could've been KILLED!"

I simply told him that he was not my boss and that he should be more grateful that we let him stay here in the first place. And that he should buy something or just leave the gas station. He simply groaned, called me a dumbass, and bought some Skittles Before heading back into the backroom to make improvised weapons. I have a feeling that Benjamin is going to snap one of these days. And if that happens, then we're going to be in quite a predicament. A predicament that could send me to an even earlier grave!

1:40- An ankylosaurus just broke Jerry's car. And now the former cultist is pissed. I was reading the usual book when Jerry opened the door with a very angry flair that I could only describe as salty. "JACK! SOME GODDAMN DINOSAUR BROKE MY CAR!" He yelled out while pointing at me. "You gotta see this!"

I looked at Marlboro with an incredulous look. "Oh really?" I replied while getting up, which took forever because of my crutches. I then just followed Jerry to the back. And what I saw was a car dented beyond belief. The car's tire was broken into a million pieces. I'm not a car guy, but I knew Marlboro's car was destroyed.

"Damn! It seems like your car is destroyed, Jerry!"

"No sh*t! What the hell happened here? I swear I'm going to f***ing KILL THAT DAMN D-"

"Jerry! What did this do? Stop raging like a nine-year-old and give me some context dammit!"

Jerry yelled out "AN ANKYLOSAURUS YOU MORON!" He then just went on a long rant about it that I wouldn't want to write about because it was that pointless. I just left in reply.

March 5th, 2018

5:30- Another cultist came back and started rambling on about the holy scorpion. What is the holy scorpion anyway!? Anyway, the cultist tried to kill Carlos again, but he was killed by Jerry who shot him.

"Damn it Marlboro!" I yelled out, "I just mopped the floor dammit!"

"Oh come on man!" Marlboro replied.

But then I heard Carlos scream out "NOT AGAIN!"

We both turned to Carlos pointing at the dead cultist. The cultist... was another freaking Kieffer!

Part 4:

I just noticed something. Benjamin forgot about when I left and then remembered it! Life is strange sometimes. Especially at this sh*tty gas station...

Anyway, the surprising thing is that Kieffer is still around in this reality. It's like this gas station was cursed to endure being Kieffered for eternity. And to make matters worse; after the 'cultist Kiffer' incident, Kiffercide has become more common. It was like the past came to insult me or something.

Working here has been extremely busy recently. I feel like our stock is going to run out soon. I don't think any of us can last any longer.

Benjamin has become more of a nuisance recently as well. He's always trying to lock us up ever since he found out that Velociraptor came to buy the chips. I'm honestly thinking about trying to kick him out or something because he yells at us every damn day!

But that's not the biggest problem. Now you may be wondering why I haven't posted in a long time. Well, it's because of the situation that we've been dealing with this past week.

It was last Saturday. I just got done doing some research on the so-called "Holy Scorpion" or whatever. It was some sort of religion where the deity was a giant, white scorpion that killed God and ate its intestines.

Why did this place get the weirdos all the time?!

But when I was about to go into this rabbit hole. Carlos tapped on my shoulder. I turned to him, he looked like the first time he killed Kieffer.

"Hey bro," He said, "We gotta get out and see this now!"

I shut down the laptop (it was about to die anyway.) And got up, crutches under my arms. Walking towards him.

"Yeah? What is it?" I said as I followed him.

"Jack, we don't have enough time!" Carlos yelled as he picked me up out of nowhere, carrying me like some baby, crutches included. "Something's outside of the gas station! We gotta go, now!"

I felt a wave of embarrassment come along as I got carried by my coworker. He felt warm... Super warm, and it felt comforting for some reason. He ran-walked to the gas station door as we went into the front of the establishment. I could hear Jerry (Marlboro) say "Aww! Are you guys dating or something?"

God dammit Jerry, I thought as I got to my feet out of Carlos' arms.

"No Marlboro, we're not dating. I don't even know why Carlos carried me baby-style!"

"You sure? Then why are you two blushing? Also, my name is Marlboro, it's Jerry. I hate it when you do that!"

"Wait WHAT? Am I blush-"

"Yeah dude, you are!"

I turned to see Carlos' Face being redder than a tomato as he glanced at me before looking at whatever was in the glass. I sighed and shook my head.

"Okay, let's just ignore that. Now what are we looking at? I gotta see what I am looking at. What's all the drama about?"

Marlboro turned as I began to stare at what was going on outside. What I saw was super weird.

"That IS SO EPIC BRO!" Jerry yelled (I need to stop using those names interchangeably and pick one.) "I think we should go and do it as well!"

What Jerry was referring to was a giant dinosaur dangerously close to the gas pumps. It was a carnivore because it was chewing Kieffer into bits. Swallowing his old man's body as a whole.

It looked pissed as Benjamin was out there, opening fire at the thing. The machine gun he had destroyed the dinosaur's skin. A Bullet hole came as blood ran out of it like it was no tomorrow. The beast roared out in rage as I heard Benjamin scream incoherently.

I widened my eyes as I turned to Carlos. "Look dude, call the police or something. I don't know if Benjamin could stand his own against that thing."

Carlos nodded and walked towards the pay phone. Meanwhile, I stared at Marlboro and asked him to scout to see if they're any other people that the dinosaur ate. He immediately accepted and went out with pleasure. Dashing away and counting the bodies.

Eventually, a minute later, Carlos, Benjamin, and Marlboro came back from whatever they were doing. Benjamin immediately went into the storage closet again. Probably to clean the blood on his clothes.

Jerry scoffed and said, "He's a horrible roommate!" Before telling me '"Yeah! That Giganotosaurus killed at least a dozen people. I think we need to kill it or something!"

"Not necessary," Carlos replied, "I called the police earlier, they'll be arriving any minute."

"Aww, but I wanted to fight that thing!"

"Do you really want to die, Jerry?"

"Hell YEAH, CARLOS! Dying doesn't seem that bad?"

Carlos' face was so... damn priceless when Marlboro said that. He quickly gained his composure though and turned to me.

"Everything's going to be alright." He said, "How about we wait for the cops? They probably know a lot more than us."

We all collectively agreed (except for Benjamin. He was in the storage closet as mentioned previously.) And honestly, I didn't want to hear his opinion if he refused.

Eventually, the police came to the Gas Station with animal control. They didn't look different from the ones in our reality. About ten of them showed up in total. They came in with some bizarre taser items that looked like ten-foot poles. They electrocuted the thing as it made the most blood-curdling roar I had ever seen. The beast then fell to the ground with a loud thud.

They went into the store after they captured the beast.

They then went to interview us about the incident. The police officers looked normal and well, I told them what happened. They simply nodded and left as Jerry was taking over the register because some of the cops were buying stuff.

I'm sorry but I have to end this early. I have work in a couple of minutes after this. Sorry for not uploading as much. I'll try to work on that when I have time. Anyways, this is Jack, from the Gas station signing out.

Part 5:

The days feel longer and longer. I don't know if it is my condition or the fact that Raptors keep buying chips from me. But something was up, I knew it. When you worked at the sh*tty gas station at the edge of town for this long like me. You know what weird truly means as well as becoming used to it.

After the Giganotosaurus incident. My head hurt, I didn't know if I could last another second in this place. This weird dimension with dinosaurs alive and eating people. Nothing made any sense compared to home. Which is surprising when the home reality I knew was already strange to begin with. But oh God the situation we are currently in.

Let me track back time to a couple of hours ago. It was around midnight and Carlos was up, he and Jerry were taking turns sleeping and working. And I haven't noticed. I was thankful Carlos was the one up and not Jerry. The cultist was getting annoying, rambling about me and Carlos. (Which I will not dive into because it's not necessary and something I'm not comfortable sharing with the internet.) Our supplies were almost gone since the local 'Cult of the Holy Scorpion' bought up almost everything. I had to go and buy groceries for me and three other people a few hours before because we were running low. And I had to use Benjamin's money because he was richer than all of us combined! So take that as you will.

When I came back to the shitty Gas Station at the edge of town. Ignoring the locals and the awkward glances of them. As well as the Raptors somehow sneaking into the trunk of my old little Nissan which I had to fight off with my crutches. And nothing seemed bad. At first. But I was wrong when this sudden event happened two hours ago....

First, it wasn't even that bad. The only difference was that Kieffer showed up drunk as hell. His face is all squished and angry like some sort of Hector Salamanca. He wore the same dirty and smelly robe as he went in drunk. I and Carlos both sighed as we looked at him.

Ok, when will this guy ever leave me alone!? Those were the only thoughts in my mind as I saw this dude. To make a long story short. Kieffer died yet again. But this time it was different.

He got shot by some other angry cultists who were using some sort of primitive gun. As I said during the earlier blog posts before we got transported here, I'm not a gun guy at all. But I could have seen from a mile away that they were having muskets. Besides the big pale man in the back of the group (which I assumed was the leader.) He had a pistol the size of the small raptors who went into the store and a bowie knife on the other hand. They stared at Carlos after they slaughtered Kieffer. They began to rip apart his corpse like they were in some ritual I saw in The Exorcist. With a heart on one end, and an intestine on the other, the first corner of the gas station floor became a gruesome scene of gore and blood.

Carlos and I were disgusted by seeing this. And we both took a glance at each other. He was thinking what I was thinking in vice versa. Then we gave the most gorey instance of Kieffercide we had ever seen for a second.

"We have to stop them," Carlos said, looking at the back of the gas station for anything to counter the cultists. But due to the toughest thing in this place besides Benjamin's guns being a really tough piece of beef jerky and maybe some half of a gas canister. He or anyone else couldn't do Jack unless it was Benjamin. "Damn it, we don't have anything."

I took another glance at the cultists. This time they were now literally bathing in Kieffer's blood. Rubbing it all over their clothed bodies and licking it off. It grossed me out to see it happen yet again in this gas station. This happened more times than I wish shouldn't be, first happened when I joined the place many years ago. And this seems like the most degenerate out of all of them. Which was saying something.

"Jack," Carlos said, sounding serious, "I think we need to get some sort of weapon and fast. To hold them off when we're waiting for the cops. They could go after us next!"

I gave Carlos a nervous glance and looked at the storage closet. Benjamin was still in there, he had been running low on some ammo and forced me to go with him to buy some rounds. So we could ask him to get rid of the cultists.

The air grew tight as we stood for another hour or so. By this point there was barely anything of Kieffer left that wasn't eaten or thrown in the garbage. Carlos had the guts enough to talk to them. Telling the wack jobs "I am calling the cops if you don't leave," in the sternest tone I have ever heard in my life. But the cultists didn't notice, or care at all. They just continued to do whatever the hell they were doing as I told Carlos, "I'm going to get Benjamin to deal with them, we don't have anything compared to him and I bet he can beat the big guy over there with the pistol," I pointed at the tall pale man, who was smoking a cigar now as he stared right at me.

Carlos shook his head, "No, I'll get him,"

"I'm sorry but you'll what?"

"You heard what I said homie," Carlos said with a stern tone for some reason. But also a little soft as well. "I can get him, it won't take long. Just keep watch for like a few seconds, I'll be back soon."

I sighed and nodded reluctantly. I wish I could make people listen to me more often in this dimension. Carlos and sometimes Benjamin do. But everyone else was the opposite. Especially Jerry.

"Fine," I said, a little irritated about this whole event. "But you better give me something too, just in case,"

Carlos just nodded and walked into the storage closet that Jerry and Benjamin were (somehow) sharing to rest and sleep. No wonder why people thought that was our break room.

After a while, Carlos came out with Benjamin. Both of them are equipped with guns the size of a German shepherd. Carlos passed me a little pistol as well. The thing looked like a children's toy almost. But it worked I suppose. I took it and put it in my pocket. "Don't throw it this time," Carlos whispered. I just replied with a "Not cool man," as I looked at the musket-armed cultists.

The cultists turned their heads in shock. Confused and terrified that these two mysterious men suddenly popping out with machine guns I'm assuming.

The leader yelled something in some language I didn't understand. The cultists look fearful as they try to make a pitiful retreat. Sounding fanatic and crazy as Benjamin wasted no time shooting many of them down. The rest of them somehow escaped the gas station. But not unscathed, as we heard roars and the sound of a man screaming.

We all stared at the carnage and the tall pale man for a while. He still stood his ground and aimed his gun at the two men who just made his little gang perish. Benjamin stared at the man like he was going to strangle him.

"GET THE F#CK OUT!" Benjamin yelled at the top of his lungs. He clenched the gun tightly and aimed it back. Carlos followed his example and aimed the other machine gun he held at the cult leader who had zero emotion at this. "DID I STUDDER? I SAID GO!"

The pale leader only slightly scoffed as he saw the two. His sunken baggy eyes looked soulless as the man glanced at me before going right back at Carlos. He spoke in that same weird language in reply. Blabbering random unknown words that were just gibberish to us. Carlos raised an eyebrow and looked at me. Then looked back at the pale guy who was now screaming racial slurs in FLUENT English.

I cringed when I heard the man's voice. It sounded like hard gravel and a man shouting bloody murder. I felt my ears ring like a bell as Benjamin shouted back. Twice as loud if I didn't put the earplugs in. The pale man only screamed back, sounding like a caveman more and more. I was surprised Carlos wasn't even fully bothered. He only scowled at the pale cultist man, nothing more and nothing less. He stood there waiting for Benjamin to give an order. It was weird considering that Carlos didn't just shoot him already.

The pale dude tried to shoot Benjamin, his fingers almost fully pulling the trigger. His mouth makes a gross squishing noise, making Carlos scoff in disgust.

"Eww," was all he could see as Jerry opened the door and went out of the storage closet. He somehow had a katana which I didn't notice until this very moment.

"What the hell was going on here?" Was all he had to say,

But then his brain exploded. A shot from some sort of sniper rifle flew by and hit the dude. His brain matter stained the floor and the two gunmen near him. Falling on the ground like a sack of potatoes. Carlos jumped back and yelled, "SNIPER! Everyone go stay on the ground! NOW!"

"Unless you want a hole in your skull," Benjamin added, ignoring the roaring sound of what I assumed was a T-Rex.

And so here we are now, all on the gas station floor with multiple dead bodies everywhere. It was a tragedy for all I know, but this was the sh#tty gas station at the edge of town. My laptop is almost dead, so I guess this story is to be continued.