"Unless you want to get run over, don't even think about going out today." It is dark when I wake to this. I remember my sheets feeling like the stiffest burlap. My reluctance to get up was pinning me down like a heavyweight fighter. What happened last night? When did I hit the sack? Hell, I didn't even know if it was morning or not. Shivering under the vent that the dumbass who designed this dorm put the bed under, I ease in the direction of the voice.
"Do I even want to know, Kay?" Rachel Wells moaned, her groggy lump becoming tighter in protest.
"Yeah, you kind of do." The tone of our roommate's voice spelled disaster, defined trouble, and was synonymous with "Get the Hell up or I'll punch you so hard nobody's going to recognize you in the sunlight." It was a tone that didn't affect me, her best friend/mind slave but, when it smacked others in the face; irritated me to no end.
"Karolina Jones, I'm going to be as polite as possible so as to not receive a beating at this hour." I said, phlegm clogging my vocal cords. "What the Hell blew up and how does it affect you in a way that you must awake us from our slumber?"
"Thank you, Iris!" Rachel chortled from her lump of covers. Normally, Kay would have punched her. This wasn't normal times, I could see it in her pale white face and stiff stature.
"You really want to know?"
"Well, yeah." Rachel said, straightening out a bit.
"New York City."
"Do I even want to know, Kay?" Rachel Wells moaned, her groggy lump becoming tighter in protest.
"Yeah, you kind of do." The tone of our roommate's voice spelled disaster, defined trouble, and was synonymous with "Get the Hell up or I'll punch you so hard nobody's going to recognize you in the sunlight." It was a tone that didn't affect me, her best friend/mind slave but, when it smacked others in the face; irritated me to no end.
"Karolina Jones, I'm going to be as polite as possible so as to not receive a beating at this hour." I said, phlegm clogging my vocal cords. "What the Hell blew up and how does it affect you in a way that you must awake us from our slumber?"
"Thank you, Iris!" Rachel chortled from her lump of covers. Normally, Kay would have punched her. This wasn't normal times, I could see it in her pale white face and stiff stature.
"You really want to know?"
"Well, yeah." Rachel said, straightening out a bit.
"New York City."
