Weekly netball, though very rewarding for both fitness and amusement, was insanely tiring. Totally worth every tiring second and sore muscle though. Winnie contemplated this as she walked to the tram stop, fingers absentmindedly tapping to the upbeat song playing in her earphones. The streets were different at night. Wait, was it technically night yet? The sun was on the cusp of disappearing, streaking the sky a lovely shade of pink, so it was almost night then? Winnie leaned further back to admire the view. She craned her neck high, feet carrying her around the corner…
Before they strode into a texture much more rugged than the neat concrete in her neighbourhood. It wasn’t concrete anymore, it was dirt the colour of spoiled plums. The air grew chilly, much more than it usually did during an Australian Spring. The sky was no longer a rosy pink. It was completely bloodstained. Shadows emerged from the foreboding darkness, obviously dangerous and sinister.
Those shadows, they reminded her of that game her sister liked to play, that one with the main character with porcupine-like hair and an outfit with wayyy too many zippers. Unfortunately, Winnie did not currently possess any oversized household items to thwack them with. So there was only one option.
“Oh hell nope! Nope, nope, nope, nope!” she exclaimed as she sprinted, hoping to get far, far away from them. Man, good thing she had her running shoes on from sport. Her schoolbag clunked rhythmically against her back as she ran. She spied other girls running from the same threats. Winnie briefly contemplated doing a serpentine run to try and shake off the shadows.
"You girls! Over here, quickly!"
A girl in some sort of cosplay outfit called out. A hero to save us? Probably. And if not, Winnie and all the other older girls could try to commandeer that nice looking spear and fend off the enemies. Winnie headed towards the sparkly looking girl.
