All alone, Abby walked down the dark alley, in the darkness she could only
hear herself breathing and the see the cold white clouds emanating from her
mouth. She sighed relief as she neared a street lamp.
"Never again" she said to herself, If Weaver ever asked her to do a shift until 3am she'd simply say no. Her aching legs turned onto the street her building was on and she quickly punched in the code for her building and yanked open the creaky door feeling a blast of heat hit her face.
Carefully unlocking her apartment door she entered. The light on her answer machine was blinking so she made a beeline toward it. Pressing play she slumped into her easy chair relaxing at last, chucking her gloves off. Then she leapt up, someone was sitting there. . . . She screamed and grabbed the phone pressing the dial button on the keypad.
"Abby," the voice cried urgently- but Abby didn't hear it. She grabbed a nearby lamp and threw it at the figure, terrified. She eventually found the light switch she'd been fumbling for and flicked it upwards.
There was John Carter staring up at her tearstained face with an inch long bleeding cut on his forehead.
"Happy Anniversary babe," he shrugged sheepishly.
"Never again" she said to herself, If Weaver ever asked her to do a shift until 3am she'd simply say no. Her aching legs turned onto the street her building was on and she quickly punched in the code for her building and yanked open the creaky door feeling a blast of heat hit her face.
Carefully unlocking her apartment door she entered. The light on her answer machine was blinking so she made a beeline toward it. Pressing play she slumped into her easy chair relaxing at last, chucking her gloves off. Then she leapt up, someone was sitting there. . . . She screamed and grabbed the phone pressing the dial button on the keypad.
"Abby," the voice cried urgently- but Abby didn't hear it. She grabbed a nearby lamp and threw it at the figure, terrified. She eventually found the light switch she'd been fumbling for and flicked it upwards.
There was John Carter staring up at her tearstained face with an inch long bleeding cut on his forehead.
"Happy Anniversary babe," he shrugged sheepishly.