TEAM MODERNISTIC
Two steps out of the door of the Firehouse and Tom went tumbling down a hill, groaning and shouting the entire way before he finally stopped in a dirt and weed covered road. He groaned, wincing at new pains in his body, looking around him.
Blue sky with wispy clouds floating around, the thick smell of musk and humidity that stuck to his skin. Already he could feel moisture from the grass that had beaten him seeping into his shirt and pants. He groaned pushing himself to stand up and looked around him, then up at a broken and vine covered gate.
At the top of the gate, covered by tree branches and vines are the large weather worn words, and all Tom could see were the words "Jurassic Park".
"Fuck you!" he shouted doubling over in disbelief.
Blue sky with wispy clouds floating around, the thick smell of musk and humidity that stuck to his skin. Already he could feel moisture from the grass that had beaten him seeping into his shirt and pants. He groaned pushing himself to stand up and looked around him, then up at a broken and vine covered gate.
At the top of the gate, covered by tree branches and vines are the large weather worn words, and all Tom could see were the words "Jurassic Park".
"Fuck you!" he shouted doubling over in disbelief.