Extend the Story - Add a Room

"I demand know who you are, scum!" You say in a booming, slightly scary voice which kind of appeals to you.

"Heeeeey there baaaby. I shee yer a feishty one. That'sh the way I like 'em anyways." The man laughs, obviously drunk. He draws closer and the smell comes back. Probably his breath, and his shirt had vomit on it. You pull back, appalled by both the smell and the man himself.

"Hey baby, no needs for runnin'. Whatsh a purdy girl like you doin' out here anyway? Sheemsh like yer wunudem pay girls, but you shor ain't dressed up for the part." He says, stumbling toward you and cackling madly. This was the straw on the camels back, and in a dash of fury, you make your combat boot and his face meet...painfully. The kick is followed by a satisfying crack, and the man falls to the floor.

"Shooo, baby, playin' hard ter get? Walk away now, but if ye need me, look up ol' Leon Kennedy in the phone booksh" He calls to you as you stride away.

You yawn and check your watch...5:30. You sure left early, but it was needed, better safe than sorry. With time to kill, you wonder what you should do.

Pick a destination!

Go to the gas station and get those Twinkies