Hi everyone:3, I is -Ted butts in- number four. No, I am Foxaii-.-'. Shuddup Ted! And I need a writing partner for my next story. If you'd like to apply continue the story below and fill out this form!: Name Age Genre you write View of Quincy "She better not fuck this up," I mutter my big hands flat on my desk. The monitor shows a girl with long chocolate hair wandering around in a forest. The screen next to it shows her thoughts. Where am I? Is this the town? Where's the people? What happened on the plane? I'm alone aren't I? I grimace at the last one. Drugging the finest Resetter then sending her out a plane plunging towards trees, not my best decision. I spin my chair around to my desk. There's a hologram of Zoe with her dark hair, striking features and petite frame. A paper lays next to it. My secretary's neat script covers it. •She needs to think she's alone •She needs to find Winston •She needs to warn Winston •She needs to die before the apocalypse I snap my pen in half, the red ink splattering over me like blood. I decided who to send on this mission. But I didn't know death was the ending. If I knew that, I would've send Jay-C. I could stand losing him. Tall, lanky, and sly; not what I need right now.
But instead I sent the best out there.Spinning mine chair around again to focus on the girl who seems to be contradicting her self.A pleasant sight if I might say. Chapeter II_Girl "Where I'm I ?" I kept asking mine self , "What happened ?". I was in a plane right ? No, no , I was home sleeping , but why and how did I get here? I started walking through this dark forrest , with thoughts flooding mine head. The more I thought the stable I was, finally it all stopped when I dropped. Not died , not stroke , I just dropped.