Quick Aaron
Loud Residence
Royal Woods, Michigan
01 07 2018
0600 Hours
Invasion Clock: 0034 Hours
The room was quiet for a moment, the sound of the AC humming was the only audible sound, almost like a mother's hum to a child. This silence, however, was quickly broken by the beeping of an alarm clock. The alarm was coming from one of the many rooms that were connected to this one lonely hallway. The room with the beeping was the one at the very end of the hallway. The inside was not very large, only really the size for a closet space.
Groaning can then be heard as the occupant begins reaching around for the alarm. For over a minute the person in the bed smacks their hand around for the alarm. The hand smacked the bed, the ground, and the headboard before hand then retreated back under the covers.
A moment passed before the blankets were pulled down to reveal Lincoln's face, his eyes were squinted and his mouth was hanging open. Still half asleep, Lincoln stands and taps the top of the alarm on his desk. He follows this by a very long yawn and stretch.
Lincoln then attempts to read the time on the alarm. '6:02' He then lets out a large sigh. "Another boring day…" Lincoln says unenthusiastically. "This week has been so long." While Lincoln started gathering his clothes for the day, across the hall was the person he would be riding with to the mall, Lori.
Lori was put in charge of gathering things for everyone. These items were for a trip to Florida next week. Lori, however, was taking one person at a time, knowing each person had their own preferences on things.
Lori stood at the end of the hall, spinning the keys on her finger. She was wanting to get this done and over with so she could relax for the rest of today. All week she had to deal with the others as they complained and whined over certain and stupid things. Though Lori knew Lincoln wasn't much to complain.
As Lincoln finally left his room, he was brushing off his shirt from the cat hair that had gathered on it. Lori asks, while still spinning the keys, "Ready to go?"
"Yeah."
It the blink of an eye, Lori catches the keys in her hand just right so that the van key was pointing up. As they both headed downstairs and for the car, Lori's gut wrenches. Despite the feeling of uncertainty, she believed it was maybe gas buildup and continued to the van, she then inserted the key into the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway.