WARNING: This writing includes a person being damaged. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Next chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1045624935/ No, I'm not Christian. It's just that churches often do look impressive and that's the first thing I thought of. I do like the idea of a steeple with its tip broken off though, however strange that may be.
This is part of a collab with @-_-LeoValdezlover-_-. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ The tourist plucked a map from the small stack available at the train station, knowing that, though her destination was nearby, finding places on it would be pointless at worst and of great value at best. Though the sightseer didn't know the exact address of the place she was going to visit first on her solo day trip, she had been told in was east of the train station and not far away, so she headed out the station's front door and ambled along a road that led in a more-or-less eastward direction. The weather was what many consider good, the bright sunlight shining from the near-cloudless sky into the eyes of the tourist, who was getting hot already. After a few minutes of sauntering down the curved, busy street, the visitor decided it was time to correct her course. However, when she turned to the map for help, she saw no sign of the museum's name. Her eyes darted around the page, desperately searching for reassurance that she hadn't blundered into the wrong town. Peter's Restaurant, Peter's Park, Peter's Other Park... There! The tourist let out a relieved sigh when she spotted the words she was looking for. However, this relief was short-lived. According to the map from the train station, the tourist's destination was approximately two kilometers to the northwest. Having been told earlier that it would be more than a little closer than that, she had come rather unprepared with no plan for this situation. Frustratingly, the streets in this particular bit of civilization never went in a straight line for more than a block or two, seemingly arranged with the intent of preventing anyone from having an easy time getting anywhere more than a short distance away. Sighing with considerably less relief than before, the day-tripper raised her eyes from the map to look around the intersection for signs stating what one—or, better yet, more than one—of the crossing streets was called. Unfortunately for this victim of misinformation, there were no such signs. She was beginning to regret choosing to look at the map only after wandering out of sight of the train station. "Well, nothing standing here will do," she muttered to herself. The sightseer waited for the light to turn green before crossing the street to head north on one of the roads. Though in a strange place and not-quite-oriented, she couldn't help but enjoy taking a look at her surroundings. There was a barber's shop to her right, the ever-spinning barber pole happily reminding passersby of the more grisly parts of its industry's past. On the far side of the avenue, a church stood, taller than any other structure in the surrounding area. "Christian or not, that's impressive," the tourist said to herself, turning her head to gaze at it as she walked past. She admired the grand arch just in front of the doorway, the pointed spire whose tip didn't grow blunt like that of a pencil, the carefully constructed walls of probably more than a thousand bricks... Suddenly an engine was roaring, and much too close. The tourist whipped her head around. She was in the middle of a street - when did that happen? - and the car was approaching her so fast it couldn't possibly be within the speed limit. Thanks to the glowing screen of a cell phone, the driver completely failed to notice the pedestrian caught in his car's headlights like a petrified deer. The tourist stood rooted in place, the ability to move or even think having fled without her. The car charged. The sightseer's eyes stared, wide and unmoving, seeing only that something was coming, seeing that something was posing a threat, and knowing that something, some out-of-reach thing, should be done about it. Then they snapped into focus. The pedestrian took in the car, took in the danger. She jumped to get out of the way... But it was too late. The vehicle smashed into the tourist, knocking her to the ground and going on afterward.
