Thank you for the '1' review, and Tillipin, you've no idea.
Ch4--No License, No Permit. (--Nathan Avenue--)
She sat back down there in the snow, still clasping her near-ancient witch hat, wondering what had caused the truck to go like that. Just her luck. Her first real vacation in three years, and it had to be Zachary giving her a one double-bed hotel room with a drunk paranoid mime whose only known talent was to whistle 'oh Susannah' while driving through a solid wall of fog as a chauffer. Now she was stranded in the middle of nowhere with only one one-way road to follow, and god-knows how many miles to go. Great. She sighed as she got up again, and put her hat back on. At least she still had her tape player, and it did have an AM/FM switch. She flipped it to WEBN and put on her headphones. Just static. What was wrong with this thing? Surely she wasn't that far from civilization. And she didn't even bring a tape to listen to. What foresight, she thought bitterly. She grumbled as she walked along Nathan avenue, trying to find a local channel.
Unknown to her, the swamp was bubbling red, and bodies were floating to the surface behind her. V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^ V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V (--Nathan Avenue, three hours later--)
This was ridiculous. Zach had better have booked me a nice place. I'd been walking for ten years at least. My tape player's clock says only three hours, but it felt like a decade. I can't believe I hadn't seen any cars other than my mime's. this was supposed to be a 'booming' resort town. That's what the brochure said anyway. It had a whole map of the town and everything. I took it out and flipped through it, trying to find if I was even headed in the right direction.
"Nathan ave... heading north? Which way is north? Alright... hold on."
I knew there was a way to tell if you had a clock. Couldn't remember what it was though. It felt like I was going in circles, which was stupid because the road went straight. I put the brochure away and kept walking. It was about this time that my stomach started talking to my spine about a snack.
*BweepBweepBweep*
A car alarm? Here? I broke into a run, hoping I'd reach the observation deck before whoever set it off left. There were flashing yellow-and red lights in the distance, and the car alarm was still going on. The fog was so thick I couldn't see how close it was though. Wonderful. I would probably run headlong into a well-known car-thief, and then get tagged by the police for being an accomplice. This was bull. A catch-22 is all I needed at this moment. Screw it. If it's a car thief, I'll nail him with the stun gun and drag him to the police. If not, I'll stun him and... well alright. Maybe I won't stun him. I pulled the stunner out of my pocket and continued running to the car, which was still 'bweeping'. The lights weren't getting any closer, so I wasn't sure if I was even going anywhere! I decided to bring the guy to me instead.
"Hey! Anyone there? Help!"
The alarm immediately stopped. Of course I didn't really need help, unless it was a car ride, but it was all I could think of to shout at that moment. What answered were a lot of mumblings, slurpings, and other odd sounds. The hole in my hand was bleeding again, yeesh! I was going to need a new bandage. The odd sounds were now accompanied by shuffling noises, like uneven slimy feet against pavement.
Ch4--No License, No Permit. (--Nathan Avenue--)
She sat back down there in the snow, still clasping her near-ancient witch hat, wondering what had caused the truck to go like that. Just her luck. Her first real vacation in three years, and it had to be Zachary giving her a one double-bed hotel room with a drunk paranoid mime whose only known talent was to whistle 'oh Susannah' while driving through a solid wall of fog as a chauffer. Now she was stranded in the middle of nowhere with only one one-way road to follow, and god-knows how many miles to go. Great. She sighed as she got up again, and put her hat back on. At least she still had her tape player, and it did have an AM/FM switch. She flipped it to WEBN and put on her headphones. Just static. What was wrong with this thing? Surely she wasn't that far from civilization. And she didn't even bring a tape to listen to. What foresight, she thought bitterly. She grumbled as she walked along Nathan avenue, trying to find a local channel.
Unknown to her, the swamp was bubbling red, and bodies were floating to the surface behind her. V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^ V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V (--Nathan Avenue, three hours later--)
This was ridiculous. Zach had better have booked me a nice place. I'd been walking for ten years at least. My tape player's clock says only three hours, but it felt like a decade. I can't believe I hadn't seen any cars other than my mime's. this was supposed to be a 'booming' resort town. That's what the brochure said anyway. It had a whole map of the town and everything. I took it out and flipped through it, trying to find if I was even headed in the right direction.
"Nathan ave... heading north? Which way is north? Alright... hold on."
I knew there was a way to tell if you had a clock. Couldn't remember what it was though. It felt like I was going in circles, which was stupid because the road went straight. I put the brochure away and kept walking. It was about this time that my stomach started talking to my spine about a snack.
*BweepBweepBweep*
A car alarm? Here? I broke into a run, hoping I'd reach the observation deck before whoever set it off left. There were flashing yellow-and red lights in the distance, and the car alarm was still going on. The fog was so thick I couldn't see how close it was though. Wonderful. I would probably run headlong into a well-known car-thief, and then get tagged by the police for being an accomplice. This was bull. A catch-22 is all I needed at this moment. Screw it. If it's a car thief, I'll nail him with the stun gun and drag him to the police. If not, I'll stun him and... well alright. Maybe I won't stun him. I pulled the stunner out of my pocket and continued running to the car, which was still 'bweeping'. The lights weren't getting any closer, so I wasn't sure if I was even going anywhere! I decided to bring the guy to me instead.
"Hey! Anyone there? Help!"
The alarm immediately stopped. Of course I didn't really need help, unless it was a car ride, but it was all I could think of to shout at that moment. What answered were a lot of mumblings, slurpings, and other odd sounds. The hole in my hand was bleeding again, yeesh! I was going to need a new bandage. The odd sounds were now accompanied by shuffling noises, like uneven slimy feet against pavement.
