He left his house with raised pockets when sun showed its semi circular shape from the hills. Boone remembered address of the post office.
The place was not very far from where he lived but he had concern on something else.
What could be the consequence of writing multiple times to Revival Factory? He was well aware of Crowman. Does he kill anyone who tries to overuse their facility?
Is he the guardian of Revival Factory or he is someone who spies at people who write for the factory?
He couldn’t make any sense out of it. Believing in Woman in Blue's words didn’t seem wise because Boone was not erased as per the rules. All he believed was that the red beaked freak had killed his wife.
Boone was unwilling to take a cab. He took all the stress on his feet.
About an hour later, he reached nearby the post office which looked as normal as any other post offices. Nothing was out of order.
"Boone!" a person called his name from behind.
He looked back to see who he was.
Boone regretted it in a second. Someone put a sack over his head which swallowed him like a snake. He began to slide upside down on a slippery tunnel which apparently had no end to it.
Boone felt thud on his back. He was lucky to not have damaged his vertebrate.
The same man who had put the sack over him was looking down at him. There were some other people with him watching the spectacle as well.
"Who are you?" Boone asked one of them.
"Irrelevant question, Boone. Let me ask you some relevant question." A man in Tragedy mask knelt to speak to him, "We did not revive you. How did you come back from death?"
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"You are from Revival Factory?"
"Looks like he knows more about us more than I had thought." A crow faced with red beak entered inside the room.
He is real! Boone's eyes widened.
"Where am I?"
"You are dead again."
"What?"
"I was kidding. You are in Revival Factory." The creature with red beak gave him his hand.
Boone caught the charcoal like black arm. Thin fingers wrapped around his hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Crowman?" Boone wanted to know.
"No. I am Red Demise."
"So you have heard of me as well?" Crowman came from the same door. He looked identical to Red Demise but had black beak, "Looks like you know about a lot. Why don’t you tell us about yourself too?"
"How did you get your life back?" man masked by Tragedy invaded his personal space.
"The Woman in Blue revived me."
"Ah, she wants to kill you for good. I should have seen this reason coming."
The wooden masks, with perpetual same expression, watched each others in silence.
"Boone. I am sorry but you can't go from here." Crowman said.
"You're making me a prisoner?"
"This is a factory. Not a prison. Don’t expect shackles but don’t expect freedom either."
"Work for us." Red Demise spoke with his beak which did not move.
"Work?" Boone was about speak up against them till a thought spur in his head.
If I stay here, I can revive those medieval ghosts and save myself.
"Okay." Boone mumbled, not telling them about the thing which had happened to him last night. If he told them he was being followed then the factory men could even kill him, "What will be my work?"
"Mopping the floor, of course." Crowman told.