He was sitting under the overpass, alone. He had ran through the poison Ivy, so his skin was itchy and cold from the rain. His hoodie was soaked with the rain and creek water, and he was shivering and hungry. “W-Who’s there?!”
Intro Craig of the Creek. What more can I say? He mapped the entire creek, where everyone in his neighborhood plays. Story: He got mad at dinner and ran into the creek, deciding to stay under the overpass since it was raining.
Comments
0No comments yet.