All through the day, I was collecting my story, only starting the first build of it, and I’ve would’ve stayed longer, but Ms. Ami kicked me out of the building, telling me an unrest, is an unrest mind, and then your story is shit, so I left, the streets still crowded even at the end of the day, “huh, two whole weeks, that's pretty hard to believe,” I mumbled to myself, going into the nearest convenience store, knowing the stuff at home was no longer good or simply gone.
My phone vibrated as I walked out of the store, my hands full with bags of food, ‘eh, I’ll see who texted later at home’ I thought, as I continued my journey home.
Once home, I put away all of my new groceries away, throwing out the food that went bad, before making myself a ramen soup cup and putting into the microwave, taking out my phone to see the text, but it wasn’t a number I recognized, but when I read the text, my head ache uncontrollably, making me black out on the floor.
WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
