Max Rodriguez pulled up to the side of the Sherman city hall, skidded her Camry to a stop, and fumbled out onto the open grass.
“Welcome to Sherman,” said the two men, as they ran towards her. “And who might you be?”
“I’m freckin’ lost, that’s what,” Max growled.
The men eyed each other. “They sell maps at the general store in town.”
“And where is ‘town’?”
“A little bit past the woods. It’s not far at all.”
“Alright,” Max growled, clutching her phone to her chest and following the men into the forest. She opened her Tumblr feed as the men led the way, silent. For town leaders, they were lousy conversationalists.
“The freck,” Max uttered. “There’s no connection here.”
“Oh, we must’ve forgot to mention,” began the mayor. “Sherman is strictly anti-technology.”
“Hmm,” Max said. “I’d rather die.”
“Good thing we’re here,” said the town manager.
Word count: 148, cutting it close. I saw “murder” in one of the tags, and I knew exactly what I was going to write. For this week’s Finish-the-Story. I was gone on a business camp last week, so I couldn’t make it. Wonder what happens to Max. Will she survive, or will she be “just another victim”? What do you guys think?