May 11, 2016
Late, late, she was late. Again. Not that it mattered, it was just some store opening, but the first fifty people got a free hammer! She didn’t even need a hammer, but she wanted it! There was a picture of it in the ad, and she wanted to use it on nails, maybe. It would probably end up lost under her bed, but that didn’t matter now.
“Woah!” She halted, her momentum threatening to push her into a pair of very scary arms. “”Nooooo!” She willed herself to stop inches from the male, her determination to not crash into the spooky temporarily overshadowed her gut fear of all spookies. “No! I am not getting eaten by a zombie today!”
{ @deadsaviour }
