Dreams 001 Natalie

Dreams 001: Natalie

My name is Natalie Simson. I go to the local community college. Hopefully I only have a year and some change left, but today might have changed that. I was walking home, appreciating the beautiful spring afternoon. My chemistry midterm went well, so I was going to treat myself this evening. Then I was assaulted.

My path home has a little shortcut through a wooded area. Every other day of the past year and a half I've walked through without trouble. The flowers coming in made the springtime walks extra enjoyable. In the haze of aromatic chromatics, a woman came flying at me from behind a tree. She smashed her wicker basket into my face, hence my bruises. Clothes flew everywhere, keeping me from getting too good a look at her. She had a white t-shirt and blue jeans draped over her thin body.

I took a minute standing up. The blow stunned me, and the clothes buried me. Once I realized my backpack was gone, though, I panicked. I was carrying some sensitive data on the laptop inside, so I ran after the assailant. She was fast, though. I took note of her physical features so I could report her, but she was remarkably nondescript. Her hair is brown, medium-length. It bobbed up and down, tied up in a ponytail as she ran through the woods. No visible tattoos or piercings.

I had nearly caught up with her when she stopped at a busy road. From her basket she procured two pies and threw them at oncoming traffic. Both hit windshields of oncoming cars, leading them to stop. She ran across the street, and I pursued. I'm not sure if it was her intention to prevent the possibility of witnesses, but the pies seemed to have done it. As I ran across, I tripped on a banana peel she tossed out. At this point I lost her, data unretrieved.

So, as you can see, today has been quite an experience. I hope she's apprehended, though more importantly I hope I can retrieve my laptop before anyone breaks into it. I'm probably being a little paranoid, though. She's probably just a random thief who's going to sell the thing to a pawn shop that will flash it and move on. Having to rebuild the database will suck, but it's nothing that can't be done at least.