HOME | DD

Description
The Black Celica looked around for a few moments, her current circumstance growing more and more desperate. She had not meant to get this far. Perhaps a few miles away, but then turned back, find a place to stay for the night. Not this. The snow storm swirled around her, clouding all vision, her lights barely penetrating through the thick wall of snow. She had no idea where she was, what way to go. Her engine was running cold, beginning to cut out and shudder. Everytime she restarted, it became harder and harder. She couldn’t feel her parts very well and her lights now flickered. No one knew she was here, where they were she didn’t know. She looked to the floor as her engine cut out once again, but this time, didn’t bother to restart it. She took a deep breath as the snow quickly stuck to her cold exterior, the last of the warmth escaping, leaving her feeling colder than ever. Within a few minutes, her lights flickered off. It was fine, she thought. No one would notice, she could just slip away. She had always preferred the cold anyway.

Description
The Black Celica looked around for a few moments, her current circumstance growing more and more desperate. She had not meant to get this far. Perhaps a few miles away, but then turned back, find a place to stay for the night. Not this. The snow storm swirled around her, clouding all vision, her lights barely penetrating through the thick wall of snow. She had no idea where she was, what way to go. Her engine was running cold, beginning to cut out and shudder. Everytime she restarted, it became harder and harder. She couldn’t feel her parts very well and her lights now flickered. No one knew she was here, where they were she didn’t know. She looked to the floor as her engine cut out once again, but this time, didn’t bother to restart it. She took a deep breath as the snow quickly stuck to her cold exterior, the last of the warmth escaping, leaving her feeling colder than ever. Within a few minutes, her lights flickered off. It was fine, she thought. No one would notice, she could just slip away. She had always preferred the cold anyway.