"Why didn't I just go wit da guys? Now, which way is that stupid pub?" John found him self at crossroads. "Hhhhmmmm... Left or..Right?" He decided to go down the left road not knowing his destination was down the right road. It started to snow really hard now.
John wrapped his coat around him tightly. He looked around and saw he was walking down an alley. He thought about turning around, but he was gonna check out what was at the very end of the alley. "Man I should of told Winston to meet me at the arena. But noooo I just had to take a stroll!" He stopped walking and stood still. Silence.
"Off all the god for saken places?" Almost down the street, John had to walk under a small bridge. It was very dark under the bridge. The rest of the ground was brightened up by the bright snow.
There wasn't a cement side walk under the bridge under the bridge, here was dirt and a lot of snow though. When John was almost from under the bridge he suddenly tripped on something sticking out. "FUCK! What the hell was that!" He stood up and tried to find what he tripped on. He tried feeling for it. He couldn't see it cause it was too dark. "Come on where is that..." He felt something smooth. He grabbed it then pulled it out.
"Shit!" A blond haired woman was lying in the snow. Her skin was the color of the snow. She was wearing really short jean shorts and light green tank top. He put his hand on her neck to find a pulse. There were slow beats. He pulled of his coat and wrapped it over the woman's half frozen body. "What the hell is someone lying out in snow for!" He thought to himself. He held her cold body close to his for warmth.