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There are five people stuck in a freezer:
- a buisness man
- a poet
- a child
- a scientist
- an athlete
Her long grey hair sat piled at the top of her head as she hunched over the blank typewriter. Her long boney fingers worn from years of sewing and typing, stretched across the keys waiting for some miracle to swoop into her head and take over her fingers leading them in a dance. Nothing. Stretching her pale arms above her old head, she stood, as if she was reaching for the clouds in hope of rain to water her dry plants. Closing her grass green eyes, she sat back down hunching her crooked back once again. Her tired eyes snapped open as she began to remember a simpler time, a time in which she began to die.
At 23 years old Miss. Carrie May Thomas was a waitress at a new diner right off of Wall Street. She passed out plates of burgers and milkshakes by the hour earning just enough to pay the cost of her college. Miss. Carrie was an attractive young lady with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes that made any desperate mister stare. At 8:00pm she would close the diner and return to her boring life and away from the busy rush of work. Every day was the same, with the same stock brokers, the same house wife’s, and the same coffee goers. Nothing was out of the ordinary on Wall Street.
But in a split second and a call of a name, Carrie’s so normal life, wouldn’t be so normal anymore.
“Jordan Ford!” A booming male announced silencing the diner, “My name is Jordan Ford, and if Alex Cesindo doesn’t bring his skinny ass up here in thirty seconds I will shoot.”
A shiny black gun sat in his giant hands as a man around twenty went as white as vanilla cake. No doubt that had to be Alex Cesindo. Mr. Cesindo was on a lunch break from his big broker corporation, his slicked back blond hair and oval glasses made that much obvious. Jordan Ford however, was counting down and was nearing zero causing Carrie into a panic.
Bang. Dead. The second the gun sounded a man with his white stained gloves and long lab coat stood. He took the gun from Jordan Ford’s hands and threw it across the room. Then he ran.
The Scientist ran straight past Miss. Carrie and Mr. Cesindo and straight into the kitchen freezer. As Jordan Ford went for his gun, Carrie managed to push Mr. Cesindo into the freezer along with grabbing a stunned young girl who had now dropped her milkshake into a million pieces. A large figure with a football body followed in and shut the freezer door behind his industrial sized body. Miss. Carrie analyzed the strange people and shook her pale head completely fazed by the strange occurrences. The young girl sat with her perfect blond hair and puberty covered cheeks staring at the large athlete in complete shock. Had the young girl who had signed her bill with Sydney Conrad ever seen such as large man. The athlete who had Terio Anders on the back of his Letterman jacket however, seemed to be fine with the situation. The scars on the front of his left wrist and the blank stare in his eyes indicated he was already begging at Hell's door.
“Why did he want you?” The nervous Sydney squeaked tilting her small head as she looked at Alex Cedindo.
“I am a very rich man, young lady. He may have been attempting to rob.” Lies.
Carrie could tell by the way the underneath of his nose was dotted with drugs and how he fiddled with his fingers, that was not the reason Jordan Ford was after the young Alex. It made the beautiful young lady to wonder on why this strange Jordan Ford was after Alex.
Terio appeared to be happy with his situation as he embraced the cold by taking off his bear sized jacket and wrapped it around the miniature Sydney Conrad.
Carrie however was scared out of her wits. Her long fingers twisted around each other instantly bored by the lack of a pen and paper between her elbow and thumb.
BANG! BANG! Two more are dead. BANG! There goes another. Creeeeak! The door is opened and out goes the athlete. BANG! Terio is gone. The young football quarterback had left this horrid word with a smile on his face.
The foursome went quiet as Alex went to close the door concealing them from the warmth once again. Sydney was now blue and Carrie and Alex had cuddled together. But Miss. Conrad had fallen asleep. Her crystal blue eyes stayed open though. Frozen to sleep.
The threesome huddled together in silence dreading the thought of Jordan Ford standing outside their door. BANG! A bullet hit against the metal door. BANG BANG! Two more. But still, they were safe inside. The Scientist stood, approached the door, and sat leaning against the cold metal lamely attempting to save the younger adults. BANG! A final bullet flew through the door hitting the old man in the back of his back.
“Good luck children.” And then he died.
Carrie started to cry as Alex wrapped his thin arms around her beautiful body. She stood holding the young brokers hand and walked towards the door. Her hand dropped along with the handle. The door was open to reveal a dead Jordan Ford and the police. It was not Jordan who had killed The old scientist, but it was the police trying to save the hostages. Carrie held onto Alex’s hand once again as they were surrounded by the police in a blur of black.
She opened her eyes and smiled. Stretching her wire thin fingers across the keyboard, she wrote of a time where she began to die.