You walked down ivyrun lane, the mostly hidden forested street your house was on. It was a pretty normal day; you went to school, walked to the park with your small group of friends, and now you were walking home. Your best friend, (name),was throwing a party tonight at 7, and it was already 6:15. You ran into the house, brushing out your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You threw on the norm, jeans with ripped knees, converse, a plaid tee shirt, and a green hoodie from when you ran track. Quickly applying some light makeup, you grabbed the keys to your motorcycle and walked out the door.

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"Uuugh! Not now!" You angrily smacked the side of your motorcycle. Out of gas and still nine miles away from (name)'s house! You chained your motorcycle to a bike rack and walked through the streets: full of stores but without a gas station in sight. You looked at the manikins sporting interesting clothes in the windows. Wait did that one just move? No... Hey yeah it did! Suddenly, smash, the windows of every store on the street were busted. The streets were filled with screams of terror, and you did what nobody else did. Instead of running, you pulled the pocket knife out of your purse and decided to fight. You ran up to one of the manikins, and stabbed down its chest. To no avail. The manikin pinned you against a wall, and you fought frantically trying to escape. Suddenly a force pulled the manikin off you, and with a blue flash, it seemed to be normal plastic again. The man who had pulled the manikin off you grabbed your hand. "Hi. I am the doctor. And I recommend we run."