" I wonder how stupid that person was to have infected someone with an unknown Chemical substance"(???).
"I wonder if that person had blue eyes, I like people who blue eyes"(???)
" I wonder how thick that person was".(???)
"I wonder if it's a woman"(???)
"Oh, how I wish I met you in real life. And not only my dreams"(???).
"..."Sharon was silent trying to remember the occasion that started the Apocalypse, While the girl under her wondered about how drop-dead-gorgeous this so called illuminati person was.
Her words not mine.
*FLashback *
As Sharon was about to leave the Library of Arizona,she got a text.
I do not remember what it is, but it... It's not like it matters anyways. It's my life, so shut the fuck up brain. Stop pestering me like it's something important, nothing is more important than the details of how to make perfect food, and that's what I was trying to do.
She all of a sudden got all smiles thinking about how her new invention may go. Broccli-Salmen with a side dish of overripe mangoes.
"Hehe, I bet my cat would luv this. Peanut is actually the best food critic to exist"
Sharon completely forgot about the old crap and her bullshiting.
She was excited to go home, and make the most sweet and sour food to exist. As Sharon's taste buds tingled with excitement, She dropped her phone in her bag. She didn't pay no mind that. Next thing she knew, a group of Suspicious looking people,left a private room and scattered all over, a guy with no fashion sense, who wore an orange shirt and deep purple trouser walked past her like a breeze.
But something felt wrong.
She thought about that moment again and saw him putting a glowing green-like substance that was in a small sized beaker into her bag.
*FLashback ends*
"Fuck me. How the fuck did I not notice this."
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