Say nothing else. just sit and try to wait to see if the crowd outside disperses
From Create Your Own Story
As you sit quietly, listen to the thunder roll through the sky, she watches you equally silent. She lights up another cigarette and blows a ring of smoke out through her blood-red painted lips. "Now you'll just sit there and pout, I see. Like a child, just as I said."
You look up at her with a smirk, and she gives you a haughty laugh. "You're just a nasty person," you say. "Your attitude sucks."
"Maybe," she says, with a shrug. "I'm a ball-busting bitch. That's what my husband always said, before I put this shotgun to his head and blew it off."
You shrink down on the chair, wondering if it was before or after he became infected.
