Very Early Friday morning
Angela wakes up from a nightmare with one thought flashing through her mind: Something isn't right.
She tries to reason with herself: What, you mean like you accidentally shot someone yesterday and you're cuddling with a hit man? And DEATH told you that you have the plague? Many, many things are not right.
Eventually, she falls back asleep, but the thought comes back as she brushes her teeth and prepares for class the next morning. Something is really wrong.
She shrugs, squares her shoulders, and heads into the world.
She tries to reason with herself: What, you mean like you accidentally shot someone yesterday and you're cuddling with a hit man? And DEATH told you that you have the plague? Many, many things are not right.
Eventually, she falls back asleep, but the thought comes back as she brushes her teeth and prepares for class the next morning. Something is really wrong.
She shrugs, squares her shoulders, and heads into the world.