Alive (12/12)
lobstermania
malpascp
ConfidAnon
Thesp
CrashTextDummie
pman5595
malpascp
ConfidAnon
Thesp
CrashTextDummie
pman5595
Ellibereth
Oman
RayFrost
Sotty7
My Milked Eek
Furry
Sotty7
My Milked Eek
Furry
Dead (0/12)
TBA
The rain drips and drops, more like pours relentlessly, outside. The televisions fizzes inside. The lot of you look around at each other, quickly acknowledging the differences.
Someone's cooked up something in the kitchen and they bring it out, "Any word on when it's gonna let up?"
Person B, sitting at the television, shakes his head, staring at the fizz, "Last thing it said was that it was flooding."
"Damn. Alright," says the Cook, "I tried to make something for us to eat. We found blankets upstairs in the closet and it's plenty of room for us to sleep here on the floor. Hopefully, the storm'll let up and we'll all be back to our lives."
A general stir of movement toward blankets, the food, and the floor.
Then the television fizzes again.
"...Fugitives,"
it says between fizzes. "Escaped recently, on the run..."
Tension.
Person B looks over to the Cook, who looks at those who are on the floor and those who've stopped at the food to stare at the television.
"Turn it off," says the Cook, "just turn it off."
The following day, the rain is still there, the television still fizzes, and the Cook is found dead in one of the rooms upstairs. Good luck.
cked up.
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