[ iamthefirechild ]
“So now what are we gonna do?” Isaac asked, looking over at the girl next to him. He hadn’t known the girl very long, they had a class or something together, but he had asked her to hang out because she seemed like a sweet girl. Now they were stuck together in one of the most awkward situations they could be.
Summer pawed through her shoulder bag by feel, trying to find the flashlight she /knew/ was in there. Lightning flashed, lighting up the room just enough to ruin what little night vision she’d achieved, and then the thunder boomed seemingly right overhead and she yelped, gracelessly. The flashlight slipped through her fingers and she grabbed at it.
“Flashlight,” she said at last, holding it up and — the batteries were almost dead. “Oh, hell.”