Open the Gates

What Did I Trip On?

BAM!

"Godda-what?" Stopping my rant before it began I stared at the object I had tripped over. Or rather, who I had tripped over. The man was definitely older than me by a few years, but he didn't have any grey hair mixed with the black. I couldn't tell in the rain, but he looked very tan and thin. Glancing around the sandy neighborhood I frowned. Why was this guy lying in the middle of the pathway next to my apartment? In the middle of a rainstorm?

"Quinn! Qui-oh, you're right here!" My brother stomped down the stairs of our beach apartment and ran towards me. "It's turning into a thunderstorm! We should get inside! ...What did you do to this man?" He shouted to be heard over the pouring rain. I scowled at his question and lightly kicked the limp body on the ground.

"Nothing! He was like this when I tripped over him and fell!"

"We should bring him inside!" I gaped between him and the body.

"Why?"

"To make sure he's not dead!"

"...WHY?" I simply stared at my brother as he tried to drag the poor body to our apartment. "He could be dangerous!"

"It's raining!"

"What?"

"Help me carry him up the stairs!"

"This is so unsafe!" I tried to stop him, but he was at the bottom of the steps before I could rip his hands off the guy. I sighed. "If he kills us, I get to say I told you so!"