Short story based on the song "Crazy Game of Poker" by OAR.

As I came around the corner on the gravel path, I stopped to look around. There were trees on both sides of the path, and on the left there was also a bench. I was relieved to see that no one was sitting on the bench. As soon as I reached it, I sat down and let out a relieved sigh.
I was sitting there for about five minutes when the people scattering in all directions disturbed my rest. I was alarmed by their obvious fear. I asked my self-why is everyone in such a hurry to leave the park when it is so nice out? As I looked to my right I saw the reason for everyone's fear standing on…