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There wasn’t supposed to be an envelope, especially not an envelope addressed to him.
He was in the middle of the woods, avoiding all the humans in the little town a mile over, only hunting what animals he needed to and stealing the occasionally thrown away cloth and thread behind the Joanns. The warehouse was abandoned and forgotten about, he made sure of that when he found it, no one should know he’s here.
And yet the manila envelope with a suspicious bump in it was haphazardly taped to the large shutter door of the warehouse.
After quickly glancing around Pierrot grabbed the envelope from the door and ducked into his warehouse and climbed up into the little hanging home he made in the ceiling. It was a horribly mismatched patchwork of cloth that started to wear down in some places, but it was safe and it was his. He settled into a softer section of the blankets and tore off the top of the envelope and turned it upside down into his lap.
A piece of paper and a cassette tape fell out, Pierrot grabbed the paper first.
EVERYONE THINKS THE STAFF DISSAPEARED 10 YEARS AGO
WER’E STILL HERE
FIND THE FLOWER
Beneath the writing was a childish drawing of a poppy flower, but all Pierrot could feel was dread. He knew for a damn fact that the staff in that god forsaken place were dead, none of the others would not have allowed a single worker who came in that day to live. Maybe they would have killed him too and the handwriting was painfully familiar trading letters of information through the vents above his cell, teaching them to spell properly
…Maybe some of them were still alive, if not the adults some of the children may still be alive after 10 years. They’d be much older than he remembered, the youngest would at least be 11 now, and he doubted they’d recognize him… but they deserved to see the sky, like he does. Every child deserves to see the sky at least once, and for the rest of their lives. even if some of them had been alive longer than 18 by now