"Way to go April!" April silently screamed at herself as she ran down Gothem's streets.
"Lose track of time! Leave school late! Lose the car! Forget keys at home!" She screamed this, making several homeless people look at her funny.
"Alice, is going to kill you." She muttered.
Twenty-seven year old April-May Wesson was defiantly having a bad day. Nothing seemed to be going her way, her roommate Alice Pleasant defiantly wasn't going to be happy. They were both art students at the collage, April a sculptor and Alice a painter; they both had found each other through the dorms when they got tired of their roommates.
Despite not knowing each other for very long, they had become almost like sisters and like every sister, there were moments where they secretly planned on killing the other.
Digging around in her backpack as she ran, April desperately hoped that she had enough change to make a phone call. She found her money and skidded to stop at a phone booth. She dialled and hoped that Alice would pick up.
April was greeted with loud blaring music and a "hello?"
"Alice!"
And then there was a groan. "April. Where are you?"
"I'm almost home!"
"Well, hurry up. I'm not waiting for you, and then you'll have to wait in the lobby till I'm off work. I can't afford to be late again."
"I know. I'm sorry, it's just…I lost my car."
There was silence on the other end before. "again? Seriously? And you're walking home in the rain?"
"Running actually." April said looking up at the black sky.
"Take a short cut."
"I don't know the short cuts; remember I moved here only a few months ago."
"You on Barne Street?"
April looked around, spotting a sign. "yeah."
"Walk forward, run into the alley sections. Left, left, right, left, right. Come out onto the street, left, left, straight then go right. You got that?"
April was quiet for minuet, before. "Got it."
"You should be here right as I'm leaving the door, if you run!"
"Right." April slammed the phone down and started to sprint.
"Alley way." She muttered. "Left, left, right." She muttered each turn, her excellent memory replaying the conversation. She ran out of the alley and as she went to cross the street she tripped. She squealed as she landed in a pothole full of water, and all sense of direction flew from her mind. Water bled through her already soaked jacket and jeans and she jumped from the ground trying to shake the water out of her hair.
She looked around, realizing that she was on a street she didn't know. What was it that Alice said? "Left, right…no…right then…no…"
She shook her head. April had the gift of a wonderful memory, but if something distracting got in the way – say falling in a puddle and scraping both knees and an elbow for instance- she would be completely clueless.
She turned and face several alleys and she swore. Turning back to the direction, she was sure she needed to head in, she started walking.
She kept going, and it almost seemed like the already black sky was getting even darker. She shivered as rain started to pelt down harder, a roll of thunder sounded over head, and she realized that her day, could not get any worse.
Walking down the street, she noticed that now there were absolutely no people. She blinked. Was this where Alice wanted her to go?
April started walking a little faster. The city, no longer filled with the beautiful sky scrapers, now old, rotting buildings, trash littering the street, and not even homeless people in sight.
She kept walking, sure that she now was heading in the wrong direction. She headed down an alley way and froze. It sounded like somebody was behind her. She turned, nothing.
She started walking faster until she was almost running. There was a loud crash and she screamed and pelted out of the alley and back into the street. Thoroughly lost.
She stopped, and brushed away the tears that started to come out of her eyes.
"Don't be stupid. You're an adult! No reason to cry like a child. Just go find some building that isn't falling apart, knock on a door and ask directions." She scolded herself and started walking again.
A few moments later, she could swear she heard the sound of voices. She paused and listened harder. Yes, there were defiantly voices. Why there were just coming from beyond that building!
"Hello?" She called. As she followed the sound. "Is anybody there?" She turned the corner. "Maybe you could help me?" She walked into the doorway of the building. The voices were defiantly louder. She entered the falling building and walked straight into three men.
One tall wearing green, the other unhealthily thin, wearing a frightening costume and the other, shorter with a large hat. An instant and she recognized them. She opened her mouth and went to take a step back before green gas filled her vision. She coughed, then the last thing she remembered was pure terror.