Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#3 TUF VS LANNAN13

Welcome to the second story-writing debate tournament.THIS IS THE FINAL ROUND OF THE TOURNAMENTThe rules and voting guidelines will be provided here:S&G will be awarded as usualConduct will only be awarded to the side that forfeits least (cursing within the story is allowed as this is a story)Arguments will be awarded for the side providing the more interesting continuation of the story.Sources will be awarded to the side with better writing techniques and displays a better ability with writing a story.Both sides will produce a story starting with the Instigator. One story will be created, and must be continued on from both parties within the debate. (recommended that the Instigator gives a title for their story before starting)For more information both about the tournament and the member's involved, please visit: http://www.debate.org...TITLE: FrozenChapter 1: StaticIt had been 6 days since the world had frozen. Yep, you heard right. I said frozen. As in completely still, and un-moving, as if an eternal slumber had swept it's way over the entire Earth, and all of it's inhabitants. Except for me, of course. It's not like I am surprised of course. This kind of thing would happen to me. Bad things always happened to me. I didn't always feel this way of course, about dead time. In fact, when it first happened, I was actually happy. I had woken up, dis-gruntled, ready to go to work, wondering why my alarm clock hadn't ticked me off. I must have slept in for hours, one good nights sleep in weeks, stressed as I was at worried about being late for work. My alarm clock read 12:00 am midnight, and I was angry. The damn thing had to have somehow reset in the night. I figured I would fix it later, quickly got ready. I went outside, hair a mess, with a cup of crappily made coffee in my hands to be shocked to see complete darkness outside. How could it have still been night time?It was then, when I saw something completely confusing. A car, out in the middle of the street. Parked right in the middle of the road, where people are supposed to be driving. The wheels seemed to be flattened forward, a bit, as if the car had been moving, stopped, and somehow the tires retained the shape of their moving form.The sight was completely weird, and confusing. But what had confused me more, was the fact that someone was inside the car, staring perfectly straight, unmoving, as if he were a statue. I had gone up to the man, knocked on his window, and asked him politely to move out of the street, so I could back my car out. He said nothing. Angrily I tried calling the police. My phone didn't work, and was frozen on the home screen picture of my dog.My dog. I ran to my back yard, to find Marlene, my 3 year old Golden Retriever frozen, in a squatted position, as a steady flow of yellow liquid transcended from her to the ground, frozen. Nice.It was then that I realized the world was frozen.At first I thought I was dreaming. I had gone around for hours, messing with people, drawing on people's faces, peeking down attractive girls bra's, stealing expensive electronics from the local stores, etc. I felt just like a teenage boy. I definitely didn't feel like a full grown 29 year old male, construction worker anymore.But after six, lonely boring days, I actually started to miss society. I missed people, I missed movement, I missed music. Electronics didn't work, so the most I had for music was my own memories of the good stuff. I often found myself singing The beetles, Journey, or Bon Jovi, to keep myself entertained. I had no idea why the world was like this. I had no idea why I wasn't frozen along with the rest of everything. And I had no idea how long it was going to be like this. But I wanted it to end soon.I sighed, as I sat atop the Devon tower, probably the tallest building in all of Oklahoma. I got up, grabbed my golf club, and swung at one of the tiny golf balls I had posted on the ground. I watched the golf ball dis-appear off into the distance, though I quickly lost sight of it. I took a bite of the big Subway Sandwich I had taken.That was another thing that sucked. There was no light, except or the small dim radiance that the moon, and stars had given off. Why couldn't time have stopped during the day?I quickly got bored of being on top of the lonely skyscraper, and made my long journey down the stairs of the massive building. When I made it down, I went out onto the street, and grabbed by bike. Seemed kind of silly to be riding a bike, when there were so many empty cars, but the cars didn't work in the dead time, and even if they did, the streets were so filled with frozen cars that it would be impossible to navigate around any of them in a big vehicle. The bike worked well for my means of transportation's. I rode past plenty of statues as I decided to go somewhere I haven't yet been, in the more rural part of the big Oklahoma city. Statues were what I called all the frozen human beings. I tried to ignore them, to be honest they kind of creeped me out. It was as if a photograph had been taken, and they were forever stuck in the middle of it. There faces seemed so lively. If you touched them, they felt so real, as if they weren't really frozen, and were just pretending. They felt like ghosts to be, and I hated being around them for more than a few seconds. Sometimes I wondered if they were still conscious, and could hear and feel every little thing, even as they were trapped in their own bodies. I shuddered at the thought of the immense claustrophobia I would feel if I were in that situation. I rode on, into the central area of the city. I passed through Midwest city, and made my way down to Moore. I observed the surrounding. I had been here many times before, but not in the dead time. The town seemed very different to me, now that all the busy bodies, were frozen in time. I was amazed as I passed by Wild Rogers World Airport, to see a ginourmous commercial airline in the process of landing. The tip of the plane descending downward, about 100 feet away from the ground. The sight was pretty, well, awesome. I continued downtown, until I heard it. Static, a faint buzzing on the of my brain. What the-?I hadn't been able to hear anything except for the sound of my own voice for the past week, so to hear anything else, was completely alien to me.I pedaled towards where I could feel/hear the static coming from. Yes, I could feel it... Like a faint nudging on the edge of my brain. Like something was pulling me toward it.As I drew nearer to the buildings, the static grew stronger, and the tug on my mind grew a little stronger. Finally I stopped in front of a pharmacy where I figured the source of the pull was. Almost as soon as I stopped the bike, the static, and the pull stopped. I was confused. Could I have imagined that? No... It felt so real...I put the kick stand up on my bike, and walked near the entrance of the pharmacy door, to see the word "Devin Asterfield" Written in big red letters on the door. That was weird... Why was my name written on the door of some random pharmacy... I felt un-easy as I opened the door. Something was definitely up here.The pharmacy looked completely normal. Pills, drugs, band-aids, and the normal stuff you would see inside a pharmacy lined the shelves, and the displays. I walked deeper into the store. Then something caught my eye. Light. Light was spilling from underneath the crack in the office door in the corner of the pharmacy. It had been a week since I had seen light... I moved toward it slowly, feeling my apprehension rising, along with the hairs on the back of my neck. I nearly jumped out of my socks, as I saw a shadow move across the light. Something, or someone was on the other side of that door.But that's impossible... I thought I was the only one in dead time...I moved toward the door, preparing to open it. Here goes nothing...