Tekkie and I were driving out of town in his beat up red '57 Chevy pick-up to the Fallout after our little mission at the post office. By now all I could think about was what Jack had said on the phone.
I promise to tell you what's going on when you guys get back. What the hell did he mean? I was getting so frustrated that I was giving myself a headache; and with the fact that I had cut my forehead wasn't helping. Dried blood stuck to my bangs and made my forehead itchy. Using the side mirror, I arranged my hair to cover most of the injury, which was pretty easy, since my hair was the same color.
"Hey, Tifa," Tekkie's voice snapped me ou
I woke up in a haze, not really knowing where I was. All around me were trees, so I figured I was in one of the many small forests that Otter Tail County had to offer. What sunlight there was was shining through the thick canopy was a dark emerald, so it was kind of hard to see. I sat up, groaning in discomfort with a sudden headache.
I touched my forehead gently, only to pull my hand back quickly to find warm blood on my fingertips. I touched my forehead again, blindly feeling it to figure out how bad the damage was. It didn't hurt too much, and the bleeding had stopped for the most part. I slowly got up, checking out my surro
I stayed in my room for the rest of the day; mainly because I didn't want to go back downstairs, and because I gave myself a 102 fever from throwing up. So, I wasted my time listening to music, watching videos on Youtube, and taking naps every few hours.
Adam was the only one who visited me, and he brought me a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a bottle of Sprite.
"I'm sorry," he said, sitting down at the corner of my bed. "I shouldn't have pulled the trigger in the first place."
"It's not your fault. It would've happened sooner or later. I was stupid enough to go back down there."
"I still feel bad about it." We sat in silence for abo
Tifa, Someone's voice said very softly in my head. Of course, I was ninety percent asleep and I wanted to stay that way until noon. Tifa, wake up. The voice was more firm now, but I just moaned and put a pillow over my head and put up a mental barrier around my brain.
TIFA! The voice yelled, shattering the barrier and making me roll off the bed in surprise.
"What?" I said aloud, realizing that the voice was Jack's.
Wake up Adam and Tek and come to my office.
I looked at my alarm clock; it was five minutes past eleven. "Now?" I whined.
Yes, now. I'm talking to Blade right now.
I sighed and laid back down on the floor. I guess that