shit.
Angela wiped a cold sweat off of her brow and looked down at the knife. She panicked for a moment, completely forgetting when she picked up that blasted thing. The air was warm, and it made her start to feel dizzy. She stopped walking down the street for a moment and looked around through the thick fog. Not far off in the distance she saw Rosewater Park. She ascended the stairs and sat down on a bench, pulling a small bottle out of her pocket. The cool liquid slid down her throat and she gratefully accepted it.
The water was calm and there was almost no sound other than Angela's breathing. Soon after she thought it was safe, she heard a rustling in the bushes and screamed, tumbling off the bench. She grabbed the knife and held it shakily up in the direction of the bushes.
"WHO'S THERE!?" She called.
The water was calm and there was almost no sound other than Angela's breathing. Soon after she thought it was safe, she heard a rustling in the bushes and screamed, tumbling off the bench. She grabbed the knife and held it shakily up in the direction of the bushes.
"WHO'S THERE!?" She called.