that interactive story I still care about
Your name is Lorri.
You are wearing a blue and white striped scarf, a coat, and gray boots because it is winter time.
Due to you not having slept a wink the night before, you had fell asleep on the bus on the way home from school. You dreamed about zombies getting on and killing everyone there, and coincidentally, the only people aboard were those that you know and love. You wake up now out of fear, and because your phone buzzed in your coat pocket. This dream probably happened because of the three more seasons of The Walking Dead you watched yesterday.
You look out the window. Snow has covered everything. You don't recognize the streets, and realize that you have missed your stop. This is a public bus, and the driver does not know that your house is back on Camborne street, across from two bakeries that have been trying to beat each other's prices for years now. You hurriedly pull the cord along the window to signal the bus to stop and get off.
You are wearing a blue and white striped scarf, a coat, and gray boots because it is winter time.
Due to you not having slept a wink the night before, you had fell asleep on the bus on the way home from school. You dreamed about zombies getting on and killing everyone there, and coincidentally, the only people aboard were those that you know and love. You wake up now out of fear, and because your phone buzzed in your coat pocket. This dream probably happened because of the three more seasons of The Walking Dead you watched yesterday.
You look out the window. Snow has covered everything. You don't recognize the streets, and realize that you have missed your stop. This is a public bus, and the driver does not know that your house is back on Camborne street, across from two bakeries that have been trying to beat each other's prices for years now. You hurriedly pull the cord along the window to signal the bus to stop and get off.