Brent found the high school at what felt to be about 5pm. If he was lucky there may be some canned goods in the kitchen or at least a family of opossums. He gingerly stepped over the shattered glass that once was the main entrance. The hazy memories of being a lazy teen danced around his head. was her ever that young?

Tragically the ravens broke the only pair of reading glasses they had...

"Lookit me, I'm a writing desk! Caw!"