[ bev's been perched on a nearby porch in anticipation of recognizing anyone who might come along the sand-path. her own jumpsuit's the color of faded denim, like an old mechanic's coveralls, sleeves and legs rolled up slightly.
it's not that she recognizes the man passing by, though there's something to be said for a childhood appreciation of superheroes and the strangely iconic stature in blue. he happens to look like someone who could answer the question that's been at the back of her mind since arriving.
she approaches him silently, holding up her device with a little wave, hoping to get his attention. ]
arrival;
it's not that she recognizes the man passing by, though there's something to be said for a childhood appreciation of superheroes and the strangely iconic stature in blue. he happens to look like someone who could answer the question that's been at the back of her mind since arriving.
she approaches him silently, holding up her device with a little wave, hoping to get his attention. ]
hello
i'm taking a poll:
do u think we r dead?