This week, Chuck has us writing 1/5 of a whole story... interesting stuff dude, interesting stuff. We are supposed to start off our stories here... and then add another 200 words onto somebody else's... not a bad idea; if I do say so myself. I wonder who's going to take on mine!
Rain poured from the sky.
Why did she wake up?
She wondered exactly how the day had begun as
she pushed herself to get out of her bed and get dressed.
Ashlee pulled on her work boots, laced them
up nice and tight, then came the bulletproof jacket – with full sleeves – that was
handed out to all personnel.
Then, she picked up her remote from the
duchess of make-up, a curling iron, hair ties and perfume, pointed it to the
wall by her bed. Pressing the blue
button on the top left of it, a huge section of it slid forward, split into two
horizontally and swung up and down on air-controlled hinges.
Ashlee had her pick of guns, artillery and
high-tech gadgets to fight the ongoing battle which was going on beyond her
front door. But the first thing she did
was pull on her vest which had empty pockets, zipped it up, clipped on a
utility belt (which fitted neatly in a waistband gap around the vest – and could
be worn on its own if needs be) and then, she began working on what she would
need today.
Today, she was going to be busy.
