People

It’s big city dude, scary story women, and myself. We are all sitting in a room together. The women is shaking, still recovering from her escape. I ask her if she’s okay or if she needs anything. She’s way too shook up to answer.

I’d ask the guy what he’s been up to. He starts talking about his fantastic trip to the city. He talks about all the lights and people and places. He keeps talking... and talking... and talking for a long time. The women, still shook up but no longer trembling, starts in on the conversation. She starts talking about how the city is way too dangerous. So many people and nowhere to run. The two start arguing about whether big cities are good or not. If you ask me, they both have a point. It was my turn to talk though, and the two both caught up in their argument are going to ask me whom I prefer in a variety of categories. The women asks me who I thought was most likely to protect me. I had a hard time choosing this one, but I went with the women. I told them that I thought she would know a little more about fighting and survival. The man then asks me who I thought would be more problematic. I felt weird answering this one, but once again I went with the women. I felt that she would start a lot of arguments. She also had a conspiracy theorist vibe to her that I did not like. They give me the third and final question. Who would I rather be friends with? I chose the man. I felt like we had more of a connection and that he would be more fun to hang out without we could go on vacations and talk about our interests.