Step out of the car with your hands up.
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| - | Shifting forward, you step out of the car. The overly bright sunlight hurts your eyes, and you squint against the desert heat. Looking around, what you see startles you. | + | Shifting forward, you step out of the car. The overly bright sunlight hurts your eyes, and you squint against the desert heat. Looking around, what you see startles you. The landscape is the same as you remembering it being, but there's two helicopters, both strangely solid blue, around fifty feet away from your car. How didn't you see them before? How did they not wake you up? You've never been ''that'' heavy of a sleeper. Anxiety starts pooling in your stomach, and you wring your hands anxiously. |
"Erm..," you stutter stupidly. "Am I like... arrested?" | "Erm..," you stutter stupidly. "Am I like... arrested?" | ||
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They turn back around, their compact boots shifting the gravel below them, and walk in the direction of the helicopter on the left. You wonder if you should follow them, but you stay rooted to your spot. You're not under arrest, anyway. | They turn back around, their compact boots shifting the gravel below them, and walk in the direction of the helicopter on the left. You wonder if you should follow them, but you stay rooted to your spot. You're not under arrest, anyway. | ||
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| + | - [[Get back in your car. There's no use standing around out here.]] | ||
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Current revision as of 23:31, 21 October 2015
Shifting forward, you step out of the car. The overly bright sunlight hurts your eyes, and you squint against the desert heat. Looking around, what you see startles you. The landscape is the same as you remembering it being, but there's two helicopters, both strangely solid blue, around fifty feet away from your car. How didn't you see them before? How did they not wake you up? You've never been that heavy of a sleeper. Anxiety starts pooling in your stomach, and you wring your hands anxiously.
"Erm..," you stutter stupidly. "Am I like... arrested?"
The officer looks back at you like you're four.
"No," they say, putting a promise of something more at the end, but not saying any. They turn back around, their compact boots shifting the gravel below them, and walk in the direction of the helicopter on the left. You wonder if you should follow them, but you stay rooted to your spot. You're not under arrest, anyway.
- Continue standing there, wondering what the hell is going on.
- Get back in your car. There's no use standing around out here.
