Ode to Ferris wheelClarice placed a finger over the dot labeled You Are Here and dragged it along the brown line that indicated the path she was on. Her eyes narrowed. The plastic covering that had once encased the map had been torn away leaving the paper exposed. Rain and wind had smeared the ink into illegible squiggles or else reduced it to stark white. She sighed loudly, letting her hand hit her side.Ode to Ferris wheel in Fan Fiction More Like This
Whats wrong? A voice asked from behind her.
Clarice jumped. She still hadnt gotten used to his presence. A tall figure stood behind her. The grey rock climbing outfit he wore, still damp from the previous nights rain, clung to his lanky body. His two gloved hands clutched firmly on a pickaxe. The white cloth of his face folded in on dirty brown eyes, forming a look of puzzlement.
I was hoping to find the exit on this thing. Clarice jabbed a finger at the demolished parchment. But I guess nothing can be that simple, can it?