Carlos, now awake and dressed after nearly 6 hours, was sitting on a big rock by the coast of the island, holding the dark blue amulet on his neck. Saturday morning had already come.He was sitting there, pondering wildly in his mind while looking at this, this THING – a silver bullet.He couldn't hold it for more than a few seconds or else his skin would start to aggravate."Who was that man?""What is this thing made of?""What did he mean by what he said??" Are the questions that kept ringing in his head, over and over again.He gently looked up at the sky to the morning sun and asked..."What the fu*k do I do now, huh?" Asking the voice in his head that he oh so trusts, to which it didn't answer."I have to find a new place." He stands up firmly and makes his way back. "I can't handle this guy on my own if I don't know what I'm dealing with. For now imma just keep laying low." He managed to reach a logical conclusion despite the lack of aid from his inner voice. Perhaps it was for