The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Through the Downtown district, past the beach and up and into the misty mountains Livingston traveled. The further up he ascended the thinner the air seemed to become. The rain was ever persistent to the point where seeing straight was a task, but Livingston made short work of it due to his familiarity with the location.

It took nearly an hour for the man's truck to escape the main road and venture off into a forest that was clustered with fleeing bats and parrots. Once he approached a bushel of trees that was entirely too thick for a vehicle to pass, Livingston stopped the truck and got out.

He reached into his back pocket to pull out his pistol before trudging through the trees and past a timid waterfall to find three barking German Shepherds who were being restrained by three, young, black men standing behind the falls with green parkas on and AK-47's all pointed directly at him.

Livingston brushed aside the mist before shining his pistol at the men. All three men glanced at each other before one of them turned back to Livingston.

"Where have you been?" One of the men shouted.

"Away on business," Livingston said aloud.

Once more, the men turned to each other before parting and allowing Livingston to pass through.

"The Bushards are not here!" One of the men called out.

Livingston ignored the comment while sifting through the wet forest until he came to a slab of wood that was attached to the side of a cave entrance. The carved wood bore the image of a person's sad face. Livingston examined the face with both his eyes and right hand, curiously caressing the soggy wood before he skittishly entered into the dark cavern.

The stifling heat and humidity, along with various toxic fumes caused Livingston to recall why he had stayed away for so long to begin with.

There was a bludgeoning stench attached to the cave, like that of human waste. The man took off his ball cap and covered his mouth with it before taking out his lighter and igniting it to brighten his way deeper into the cave.

"Who is dere?" A man's voice shrieked.

Startled, Livingston angrily groaned, "Put your bloody gun away, you fool!"

At once the black man who was holding a rifle backed down. "Thank goodness, you're here." He exhaled.

he carried on further into the cave, Livingston asked, "What's with the face outside? Who changed

saying, "We don't know how dat

just glanced at the man oddly as he came to a shabby steel gate. He pushed open the gate to find three more men who were all holding rifles of their own at four black men and

only wince but also stomp a bit harder onto the muddy ground towards one

God awful racket off!"

dem motivated."

up the tiny radio from off the ground and smashed it against the wall. The commotion caused all the people that

Livingston raged, "Does this look like motivation to

yanked one person after another up from off the ground like unruly

have they gathered since we've

of the men

seconds before Livingston hauled off and slapped the man across the face

July, these fuckers have managed to only gather seven grams?" He screamed. "They

tired." The

not tired, they're

of the male workers

to his sandaled feet. His overgrown beard looked as if it hadn't been groomed in months, and his eyes were flushed with red, making him appear as though he

a haughty expression on his own soaked

closer to Livingston, the man proclaimed, "I said, we want to leave. We have been in here for God knows how long, and we are

minute, this isn't slavery. You all signed up

we were told dis would be only for a month." One of the female workers stood up. "We want to go

were readying themselves for a revolt of sorts. But Livingston didn't even flinch. He just put his hands on his hips and

very...vicious man. He was a bully to my mum and me, and my three brothers coming up. When I was seven, I tried to punch the man in his face, but he managed to stop me before slapping me down. When I was thirteen, I attempted to attack my father from

at the male worker

took me exactly four seconds to prove him wrong. I pulled the trigger of this gun and shot him once in the head and three times