Escape from Fertillia

It's a day as all others this week. The morning broadcasting of your favorite radiostation is banging through the speakers spread around the garage. The smell of oil and gasoline is fragrant all around the place. The garage doors are rolled up and the warm spring air rolls into the place, together with the rising sun's rays. You are currently standing in a grease pit, working on the car of a regular, an exquisite looking '57 Bell Air. Carl, your mate with whom you set up the garage, yells your name through the garage and you respond in kind.

He then walks to the Chevy and squats next to it. Now using a normal volume, he continues "John, did you see the order for the Gearing family's Benz? I can't find it anywhere". You respond "Sorry, but I haven't. It wasn't with the other deliveries?". Carl shakes his head automatically, saying "Nah, there was nothing there. Guess I gotta give Rowling a call then". You respond "Never mind that. I have to get something from them anyways, I can just as well pick up the order if I am there". As you make your way out of the pit, Carl looks at you, giving you the invoice and says "That's cool too. You taking the van?". You shake your head and reply "Neh, don't need the space. I'll take the Silvia. C ya in a few".

Making your way out of the garage, you turn left and waked to the parking next to the shop. There, a cobalt blue '99 Nissan Silvia S15 was waiting for you. You step inside and drove off toward the center where your supplier was located. But just before you drive off the parking lot, you see the sky turn pink and toward the city center the sky looks to get wavier by the second. The a bright flash occures and the sky instantly turns back to normal. You look around, but seemingly being the only one how experienced the event, you think you made it up and make your way to the center.

It's a 20 minute drive, which is a joy in your own car. When arriving at your destination, you have to park a bit away from Rowling's, which is no biggy. You park your car 100 meters further down the pavement and walk towards the store when suddenly you get almost knocked down as someone is leaving one of the stores you pass in a real hurry. Your first reaction is to yell at the reckless person, but as you pull them off you, you become speechless for a moment. In your hands you held the most beautiful young brunette you have ever seen.

She was wearing some kind of semi heavy mantle, something a medival person would wear during spring rainseasons. As you were awestruck, you saw her looking back at an angry storeclerck yelling "We don't serve bums and crazy persons here!" after her, then you notice that the girl is shivvering heavily even when wearing the mantle.

"Are you ok?" you ask softly, but she still jumps in your arms as she suddenly looks at you, surprised by your words. As if only then noticing her bumping into you and you holding her, she yells "O! I am so sorry! I didn't mean you any harm! Please forgive me. All of you, please forgive me!" and gently, but with urgency, pulls herself out of your hands. As she steps away from your eyes get a quick view down her front and of the plumbness of her soft breasts. But what directly draws the attention of your eyes is what looks like a bright pink drawing right across her lower belly as a loose cloth covering her chest flows up.

When she notices your eyes seeing the drawing, she quickly grabs the hem of her clothing and pulled it down, while getting even more skittish. "No! You can't see it! Please, don't…! No, no, no, no…. Please don't tell anyone! I….I….I have to leave…I have to run!" the young woman as if feverishly looks around her and then takes off, not really caring about her surroundings anymore. That only leaves you, confused and looking for answers. Because of the latter, you enter the shop the brunette just got kicked out of, which seems to be a shop for women's clothing. The woman behind the counter sees you and directly started "I don't want any trouble!". You agreed with the sentiment and replied "Good, me neither. I wa juat curious what happened". The woman seeingly relaxed and explained "She came in spouting all kinds of looney things, demanding I give her some clothing "of this world" so she could "hide from her pursuers".

I told her I didn't knew what kind of roleplay she was playing, but that she needed money to buy the cloths and that when she was in danger, I would gladly call the cops for her. She seemingly wasn't able to be reasoned with, kept demanding I gave her the cloths and that there was noone in this reality that could protect her from "him". She wouldn't stay here and she wouldn't leave the cloths alone, so in a fit of frustration, I helped her to the front door, so to say. I do hope I haven't made things worse though.

She looked genuinly afraid when she ran away just now". You follow the shopowner's gaze to the front door, then say "You done all you can. If she refused your help, you can't do more". The shopowner nods a "thank you" for understanding and leaves you. You then leave the store, not much the wiser. Just as you step outside, it looks like the air turned green before a green bright flash turns everything back to normal. Today is a strange day. After your business at Rowling's, you get back to your car, put the items in the trunk and hop back into the driver's seat. You make a u-turn and turn onto the road back out of the center.