Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190330130835/@comment-36855838-20190331125235

It had been uncharacteristically warm that morning, and so the scouts and I had delighted in lowering the bus windows.

Tall as I was, the wind in my hair brought great relief, and soon enough we had arrived at the bus station.

We had only just got every pair of boots on the ground when another bus pulled up behind ours, filled to the brim with monsters.

They disembarked from the bus, some unsteady or awkward on their feet.

Most had the appearance of adult women, or very near it, but they were obviously only as old as my scouts.

A woman left the bus last, clipboard in hand, a series of names likely checked off.

She wore a bright red logoless baseball cap, a white sweater with sleeves so long they had to be rolled up, and jeans which were almost too tight in the hips and rear but incredibly baggy around her legs.

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