Molli let out a low-yet loud-whistle intoto the breezy night. Hoping that maybe someone would hear her. Nothing. "Why am I wasting my time when no one can hear me!" Molli sighed, getting up and started towards the door into the abandoned building to investigate the rooms. 'If there is nothing in the rooms, not Infected things or people, then maybe I could just crash here for the night.' Molli thought, opening to door and creeping down the worn down stair case. 'It looks as if this used to be a Hotel. A very casual Hotel for that matter.' Molli inspected her surroundings and pushed her ear up to every door down the long hallway until she heard rustling in another room. 'Keys?' Molli confusingly thought. 'What would an Infected be doing with keys?' Molli continued listening and when she heard a bag rustling, tripped backwards and fell onto the floor.
I was thinking about using this song for like a sad-ish AMV. . . But then, my computer crashed. . .
Molli slowly sat up again and began walking to brick wall to a near by building. She jumped with all her might and grabbed onto the ledge, using every muscle in her body to pull herself up. Once she had gotten atop the roof she used bricks and other heavy objects to block anyway of someone, or something, to reach her. Molli, out of breath and breathing heavily, quickly took off her yellow shirt and replaced it with a tight, long black sleeved shirt, and pulled her black and pink striped arm warmers over her arms. Breathing slowly again, Molli walked over to the edge, draw stringed backpack flung over her right arm, and sat down, flailing her legs slowly to keep her from fidgeting to much. "I hope this will all end soo ." Molli whispered quietly to herself.
Actually, the Hot Topic at Macomb Mall allows you to be 14.
I cant drink Dr. Pepper, it upsets my stomach ;-;
Your lucky. . . ;-; Hot Topic didn't even call me. . .
Ohkay, let me re-phrase that. Most guys are like that.
Apparently every male thinks hes better the us femals. I mean we do the cooking and cleaning and the dirty work, while you just sit there and work, eat the food, dirty the house and sleep. How common.
Well, I actually thought MM was the original artist, so I didn't bother to check. Common sense said I should have but, of course, I didn't.
Beat you to it :3
My profile picture on my profile is me. Also, I have a ton of pictures in my album. But you don't know my real name so, that will not work :3
Molli stood atop of an old, tall brick wall. She looked around from time to time to make sure no one had followed her. It had been just a couple years ago when this infectious virus went viral. Maybe a tiny part of her was scared, or worried. She had sat there and watched her dad slowly turn into one of them. It wasn't right. Molli sat down slowly and dropped one leg over the brick wall and scrunched the other one close to her and held onto it. She looked out over the city. Some parts beaming with light from lamp posts or buildings. Some parts dark, abandoned. . . Forgotten.
Ok, thanks for letting me know.
I think I swallowed to much chlorine. . . I don't know. . .
Ohh, you see, I only heard the one Marilyn Manson covered. I didn't hear the original and so on.
I guess all of the above. I. . . Don't know. I'm not thinking today.
I am in love with that shark 8)
