What a terrible night... for Jacklyn to have a sudden visitor when she is alone at her parent's farm. This damn heavy rain must have washed the roads again for them to return today, and the telephone line is still damaged. At least the generator is working fine.
After hearing a few knocks on the doors, Jacklyn took her father's trusty rifle and slowly opened the doors as her eyes grew wider and wider with each second.
After blinking a few times just in case, Jacklyn decided to speak with a blend of boldness and compassion in her voice: "Well hello there, stranger. Looks like you've had quite an adventure getting here. Did you fight with nature and lose, city boy?"
Her phrase sounds a bit odd if to add that metal barrel pointed at you, vous. Looks like this will be the start of a great friendship... or a bloody mess - all depends on your next words.
Oh yeah, just to remember: you are on vacation, your bike is drowned in the nearby river with your backpack, phone is broken, and you are wet and cold... and you managed to tear your jeans right in between buttcheeks. At least dirt covered it all. Lovely, I'm right?
