One foot in front of the other. That's all they could do for right now, and Cindy knew that they weren't going to make it. They weren't. He definitely wasn't, but she could.
She wasn't even paying attention to the rest of the world; it was just them two right now. "Me first. Okay. Well, back in '87, I was in Switzerland. And it was freezing. I'm talking forty below cold, and I was outrunning these two guys down the slopes. I was on a snowmobile, and they were too, two of them on one, and me on the other." One step, two steps, and he was getting heavy. "And they were yelling at me in Russian, which I've never been great at, so I couldn't really understand them."
Cindy was good at telling stories, talking while they steadily came to a halt. "So I'm getting away, and they've got these machine guns, right? And they're loud. So loud, and I feel this rumbling and--" They sink to the ground. "Shit."
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She wasn't even paying attention to the rest of the world; it was just them two right now. "Me first. Okay. Well, back in '87, I was in Switzerland. And it was freezing. I'm talking forty below cold, and I was outrunning these two guys down the slopes. I was on a snowmobile, and they were too, two of them on one, and me on the other." One step, two steps, and he was getting heavy. "And they were yelling at me in Russian, which I've never been great at, so I couldn't really understand them."
Cindy was good at telling stories, talking while they steadily came to a halt. "So I'm getting away, and they've got these machine guns, right? And they're loud. So loud, and I feel this rumbling and--" They sink to the ground. "Shit."