Rather than head back to my family’s house, I went straight to Target Practice, because it was closer and I didn’t want to accidentally lead Bug Bite to my home in case he was following me. I mean, I didn’t think that he was following me, what with crashing to the floor on the back of his giant wasp and all, but I still didn’t want to risk it.
I entered Storage Building 1 via the back entrance and stumbled toward the abandoned receptionist’s desk, where I sat on the old office chair that creaked under my weight, though it held me nonetheless. I grimaced and felt the wound on my lower back where the glass had cut. It didn’t feel very deep, so my suit would probably be able to heal it, but it hurt a lot and I still wished the pain would go away.
TW flashed into existence on the other side
