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Chapter 7 by SquashedFlat SquashedFlat

What's next?

Georgia Finds Texas

(Originally by Humble Dragon)

Texas physically jumps when she hears the sound of her door being smashed in, heavy boots resonating through her small bones as she pressed herself against the wall from shock. She can hear multiple boots kicking, smashing, and overall disgracing her home. Texas was going to run when a voice made her freeze in her tracks. “Texxxassssss!? Where did you go squirt! Comn’ out, the gang and I only want to have a talk!” Georgia's voice rang out over the destruction. Texas could hear the search team laugh heartily continuing to search. Texas shook her head and tried to get her focus back. “This is no time to panic Texas, if I can’t find Abra, maybe April will come around looking for me after I don’t show up at the office.” She smiled a little rushing to the corner of her home, trying not to attract too much attention as she peeked around the corner.

“Sonavabi... ,” Texas muttered seeing that Georgia was ridding out in **** today. Two goons guarded her front door while four more watched her abode. Texas’s favorite chair helped block her from immediate discovery. The chair was thick and made from a section of an old oak tree. Not much too look at with a simple pillow on it, Texas was glad it could help her remain hidden as she assets her situation to formulate a plan. Glancing up at the two thugs at the door, an elephant with a tight shirt chewing tobacco with a burly mutt at her side, gun drawn waiting for trouble. Even at full height, either would be a challenge let alone together and at this height.

“She can’t be too far away, Texas never leaves home without her sidearm!” Georgia calls out, finding the left behind firearm. Noticing the window ajar Georgia punches through it, raining glass all over outside. “She couldn’t have gotten far! Canvas the area, she is around her somewhere.” Georgia stomps toward her two guards unknowing of how close she really was to the sheriff. Texas had only moments before the goons or God forbid Georgia found her. As Texas saw it she only had two options....

She could stay put and hide under the pillow to her favorite chair, hoping it would be enough to hide her. Hoping the search party would leave, she could stay put and search for the tigeress when the coast is clear. Or she could make a run for it down the opposite way, past the glass and toward town and toward April or even better Abra.

What Will It Be?

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