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.:: Mandatory Event :: A Choice :: B :: Claire ::.
[ M a n d a t o r y E v e n t ]
A Choice - B
Claire sat in a corner of the gym, her hat covering her eyes. She was one of many who risked her life for the mysterious lady. God knows what covered her uniform and skin as blood started to dye on her slowly. Claire was again distant from everyone as she recalled the things she had done in the last few minutes but those few minutes to her felt like a year.....
"Alright ladies! Lets go!" The leader of the reused group yelled before kicking open the door and running out with a gun in hand. The first few moments, everything was going great. Well, Claire thought so before the first pain filled scream filled the air. Claire looked at the girl beside her; a zombie had grabbed her by the arm, quickly pulling her forward, and biting into the side of her neck. Claire quickly jumped into action, swinging her base bat at the back of the zombies head, sending the poor girl and zombie to the group. The back of the zombie's ha
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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