Johnny was having a strange week. Johnathan by birth, Johnny to his friends, he had grown to be a cubicle worker who sat at his desk, made calls, sold product, and at break he spoke with the boys at the water cooler. His life felt like that show, the office, he was Jim and he even had a Pam, named Amber. The two were often found flirting in the break room when he wasn’t talking to the watercooler gang, and often exchanged glances from across the room. Amber was a nice girl, working as a secretary for their boss as a part time deal to help pay off college tuition. In the meantime she waited for the job of her dreams that she had spent four years learning to perform to open up in a market swimming in potential people just like herself. She had a nice apartment she was just in budget for without making any of her other budgets suffer to much. It was obvious to everyone in the office that the two liked each other, and their little Johnny/Amber moments were becoming a little tiring...
“My name is Bradley, it is December 13th and as of writing this I am thirty-four years of age. “ A man read aloud to his two companions, pausing to look to them to make sure they were listening. “I am writing this so no one else will end up like the Richardsons. So everyone can know that their fears were real, and no one has to make the same mistake as I have. I purchased this cabin last winter and when the snow thawed in the spring I moved in. What I did before this I will not go into here, just that I have been here for a little over 8 months. Everything was wonderful, spring up here on the ridge is great, peaceful. Plenty of wildlife and gorgeous scenery, it is truly magnificent. Then, once the initial supplies and food began to dwindle I decided it was time to do some hunting. Maybe bag a nice deer, grab a few rabbits, might as well fish as well, there was a small lake, nearly a pond, nearby that was lousy with big mouth bass. I’d gone out, rifle slung over one shoulde...