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"Wake up sleepy head." A soft voice flowed through Tom's ear as he drifted back to consciousness. | "Wake up sleepy head." A soft voice flowed through Tom's ear as he drifted back to consciousness. | ||
| + | It was Scarlett. | ||
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| + | "Right now?" He grumbled. | ||
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| + | "Yep. Matt's making eggs and bacon." | ||
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| + | "Somehow the idea of a homey meal of eggs and bacon here just turns the thought sour." Tom yawned. | ||
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| + | Tom lifted himself on his elbow into a slouched but technically upright position. Blinking back the sleep-induced haze, he crawled out from under the thin blanket. He stumbled up to the kitchen counter of the tiny room and groped around for the coffee pot. Pouring himself a cup of the dark, cloudy black liquid, he settled down on a stool with a plate. | ||
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| + | Matt was still in the kitchen, beating a bowl of eggs. Somehow it just seemed out of place. Matt scrambling eggs inside and firing guns and slicing with knives outside. Just odd. | ||
Revision as of 11:41, 10 January 2008
And here's the next chapter in the ongoing saga (lol). Chapter seven everyone!
Please note this is a work in progress, the authors reserve the right to edit and/or re-format the book.
Chapter VII: (no title yet)
"Wake up sleepy head." A soft voice flowed through Tom's ear as he drifted back to consciousness. It was Scarlett.
"Right now?" He grumbled.
"Yep. Matt's making eggs and bacon."
"Somehow the idea of a homey meal of eggs and bacon here just turns the thought sour." Tom yawned.
Tom lifted himself on his elbow into a slouched but technically upright position. Blinking back the sleep-induced haze, he crawled out from under the thin blanket. He stumbled up to the kitchen counter of the tiny room and groped around for the coffee pot. Pouring himself a cup of the dark, cloudy black liquid, he settled down on a stool with a plate.
Matt was still in the kitchen, beating a bowl of eggs. Somehow it just seemed out of place. Matt scrambling eggs inside and firing guns and slicing with knives outside. Just odd.
