Sam walked around the empty streets, the rain pounding his body. He splashed his feet which dragged on the pavement. Sam's face shifted into that of Michelle.
"Don't ever speak to me again."
His face shifted back to that of his own.
"I don't fucking care."
Not noticing the unleveled pavement, Sam hit the ground like a ton of bricks.
"I just don't care anymore."
As he tilted his head up, a flyer met his face and stuck until he pulled it away. The running ink, Jake's Place: All Metabar Bar.
Moving into a sitting position, Sam shrugged his shoulders, how bad could it be?
