Road Trip
You walk up to the farmhouse and knock on the door. You’re shivering and your eyes are red from exhaustion. A middle aged mexican lady answers.
“...yes?”
You try to explain your situation but the words don’t come to you because of your physical condition.
“Fargo!” she cries, mortified. “There’s another tweaker at the door come to rob us!”
“...yes?”
You try to explain your situation but the words don’t come to you because of your physical condition.
“Fargo!” she cries, mortified. “There’s another tweaker at the door come to rob us!”