Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Christy was almost certain she heard the bathroom door quietly ease open but didnt think much of it. There was no reason for her to suspect anyone other Mel, come to check on her, or one of her sisters college friends needing to use the facilities after the long road trip. The graffiti on the walls and the discarded refuse littering the floors could have been left by anyone over the years since the park closed. Morbid sightseers had probably been coming to Thunder Hills for years now. There was no reason to think the people whod left it were still here. She listened closely, eyes adjusting in the dim light as she watched the floor. A footstep, definitely a footstep, but then everything grew deathly quiet against and she was less sure. Christy was about to call out to Mel when finally she felt herself start to let go, the trickle of her own pee drowning out any other sound. Thered been no toilet paper in any of the stalls and she wouldnt have trusted it anyways, so she was left squatting awkwardly over the bowl, rather than actually sitting on the filthy seat. The experience of being in here was definitely going to go down as one of the nastiest shed experienced. She had no idea just how nasty though. Christy jumped as she felt something wet strike the top of her head. Glancing up reflexively, it splashed against her cheek and then worked its way down, speckling her top and then spraying across her thighs. The stream remained steady at the point, soaking into her panties and shorts where they stretched around her thighs. An acrid smell stung her nostrils, and suddenly Christy realized just what she was being drenched in. Hey! What the f- Trying to stand too quickly, she slipped, falling back against the stool and hitting the floor hard, her hands skidding through wads of old tissue and who knew what else. You fucking asshole, y- Her voice died off as, from her position on the floor, she saw the boots just outside the stall, two sets of them. Fear began to creep in then. Hey Who's out there? So where you from anyway? Um, Carsonville, Shanti answered, swinging her legs from she was sitting on the edge of the carousal. Despite being the hottest part of July, she was dressed quite conservatively in a long sleeved yellow pullover and loose jeans over pink and yellow tennis shoes. It's not very big. You probably never heard of it Tamara rolled her eyes. That's not what I meant. What are you, like, Lebanese or Columbian or something? Oh. The girl blushed slightly. My father used to live in Calcutta, I think. That was when he was young though. I was born here. It was true she didn't have much of an accent. So are you like, Hindi, or Muslim, or whatever? Shanti nodded slowly. My whole family is Isl- There wasn't any time to react, not even any time to turn around, they were just there, all of them at once almost. The club struck Shanti in the face with an audible crack and she was immediately surrounded. Tamara saw the chain rise up in the air, over the heads of the men, and then descend again with a dull thud. The cigarette fell from between her lips, dropping unto the hot asphalt. She did the only reasonable thing in the situation. She left Shanti behind and ran. With her long toned legs, made fit from years of running and a tennis, Tamara was very fast. Unfortunately her clothes were all wrong for it. Her tight mid-thigh denim skirt restricted her movements and her open toed sandals threatened to trip her up every time they slapped against the ground. Her handbag, which included her phone and even a can of pepper spay if only she'd thought to grab it, was tossed aside as the young black woman raced deeper into the park. Mel!! Oh, God Help! Help!!