"I didn't bring much, because I wasn't expecting... well all this. But I'll do what I can with what I've got." Jamie answered, putting her bag on and...
"Heading back to the front, to where I saw her sleeping. Follow me, and bring any medical supplies you might have on hand." Giving her enough time to...
Jamie yelped in shock as she was popped in the air by the bump before falling back into her seat. With a whimper, Jamie slipped from her seat to the...
Grabbing onto the back of the nearest seat, it was all she could do to keep from being thrown against a wall or ceiling. As soon as she was able to,...
Jinny is still standing up near the front of the bus. She isn't sure if the one with the gun might shoot her if she moved, or if it's safe to return...
Her facial expression hardened in frustration after hearing Jamie's scream. Jinny then glanced back to the sleeping Debra and her bodyguard. None of...
I was born, and I live. When I die, I won't live anymore.
Location:
Darkest recesses of my mind
Interests:
video games, comic books, manga, fanfiction
Signature
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis