“You hit a homeless man with a van?!”
“We did NOT hit a homeless man with a van,” Adam groaned.
Sarah raised a brow. “What’d you do, then?”
There was dead silence in the small apartment room, before Jonah mumbled something under his breath.
“What was that?” Sarah asked.
“…We hit a homeless man with a van.” Jonah diverted his gaze anywhere but Sarah’s eyes or the unconscious man on the sofa.
“God, you guys,” she said, “What if he presses charges? Or people find out online? I mean, what were you guys thinking?!”
“See, that’s what I said!” Adam exclaimed, turning to Jonah. “I told you we should have hid the body somewhere.”
“No! No hiding bodies!” Sarah shouted, stopping herself before saying anything else. She closed her eyes and took a long breath, before finally speaking again. “How fast were you guys going?”
Adam and Jonah looked at each other, shrugged, and turned back to her.
“Like…30? Maybe?” Jonah said unsurely.
Sarah still kept her eyes shut. “Okay. Okay. That’s good. He’s not dead, then.”
“He wasn’t dead when we brought him here,” Adam said, glancing over to check. “He might be. Maybe. Hang on.”
“Don’t wake him up,” Sarah said as Adam moved over to the worn-down sofa. “I don’t want another person to handle right now.”
Adam waved her off, taking a closer look. The state of the man almost matched the furniture he was laid on: in complete and utter disrepair. He looked older than the rest of the group, around a decade or so more judging by his face. Adam frowned. Had he seen this guy somewhere? He couldn’t remember talking to anyone like him, certainly not anyone with such a significant scar across his cheek. There was something familiar about him, though.
It was as he stood there, leaned over in a state of confusion, that the man’s eyelids began to twitch. Adam shifted his head back, still not moving.
Sarah opened her eyes, staring at him. “What?”
“I think he’s awake,” Adam said, getting shoved over by her seconds later, followed by Jonah scrambling over to see him.
The man opened his eyes slowly, closing and blinking as he adjusted to the light, before letting out a single groan of pain and exhaustion. He blinked again, tired brown eyes glancing around the room, and then the three people standing over him. They finally focused, and there was once again that dead silence that hung in the room.
And then he screamed.
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i don’t know about you guys but the main reason i am still on tumblr in 2024 is BECAUSE it is the most cloutless least influential social media app out there and that is the experience i am after. absolutely none of this will ever translate into significant attention or real success in my life and that is so beautiful.
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