The Nathren Disturbance

I was so close to remembering much more of this, but the only fragment I have:
I was walking home (which was a long ways away).
I stopped into a McDonalds.  Grabbed a Burger and Coke.  Walked out, was going to put my music on.  I realized I forgot the Coke.  I had started to go into a tunnel.  There was a stone picnic table, and a bunch of youngish people there, mostly guys, maybe a couple of girls.  I turned back to find the Coke.  I went back into the McDonalds, and was going to tell them they forgot my Coke.  I will pay for another, if I had to.  While I was thinking that, I felt in my pants, and my wallet was missing. 
So, I started retracing my steps, back to the tunnel.  On the stone picnic table were two wallets.  They looked similar, one was fatter.  I grabbed the fat one, pretty sure it was mine, then grabbed the other one.  One of the guys, tall, lanky, curly brown hair, said, "that one is mine".  Then I opened the first, saw it was mine, and it looked, at first glance, like everything was there.  I also realized, that the coke was in my hands, so I continued through the tunnel. 
It lead out to a dirt trail, about as wide as a road.  In fact, it could have been a dirt, country road.
A woman came up to me.  Tall, long red hair, pale.  She was incredibly urgent, perhaps scared.  "Tell me about Tepe Antiope," She said.  I remember, she pronounced it like TeePee Anteeop.  I can't remember if I knew what she was talking about, and I can't really remember much more of the conversation.
Soon after, a man sort of came out of the shadows.  He was a black man, older.  Kind of a distinguished, Morgan Freeman look.  I think I knew him.  I wasn't supposed to be here.  I should have been home.   So I felt like I was busted.
He grabbed me by the collar, and said, "I heard you were asking about Tepe Antope."  He pronounced a bit differently.  It sounded much natural, definitely a different language, like TaypayAntopay, it sounded more like all one word.  I looked around a herd of horses were running towards me, clearly running away from something.  A large bull dog, was dead on the street.  He was ripped opened by something, especially his face, like his jaw was pried apart by some force.  The black man gave me a look like, "you really fucked up".

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