Literature
TF2 Fanfic
She sat waiting for her ride. She look around, bat in hand and a backpack on her back. She kicked the suitcase at her side out of nervousness as she waited; this was going to be a big day. She had said her goodbyes, possibly the last ones she would get to say to her friends and family, and now felt like a death row inmate. She heard and smelled an old van coming up the road.
"Guess their exhaust needs a fix" she thought as it pulled up next to her. The door opened showing a man, about forty, tall, lanky and wearing aviator sunglasses.
"G'day shelia, seen moi pick up here?" he asked smiling
"Depends, would they have a messenger bag,
