Amber decided to step outside the house, she didn't bother to lock it behind her, she just walked out into the street and began looking around.
"Is anyone their?" she yelled to a vacant road.
No one replied.
What happened, was it the end of the world?
Sure it would be nice not to be hit or mistreated anymore, but she wanted company.
Amber walked into a soda shop. Their was no soft drink pourer behind the counter.
She was thirsty, she could feel the hot sun from outside beating down on her.
So she went behind the counter and poured her own drink.
She drank it down as fast as she could, for fear of running into the police incase they happen to be nearby.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a newspaper appeared on the counter, she could of sworn it wasn't there before.
She looked at it, on the top of the paper, the date read: Aug 2, 1960.
"Holy smoke's, I haven't even been born yet" she replied.
She was born on Aug 2, but 1990 not 60, she had gone back 30 years.
"Where am I Tombstone, Arizona?" she asked herself.
