The next day, after her breakfast of waffles and cinnamon pancakes, she sat down with her roommate to talk to her. "I'm sorry, I was so tired last night. I didn't even get your name." The girl giggled. "Oh, it's Eva. But you can just call me Eve for short if you want. And your Cynthia right?" "Yes, that's me." She replied hesitantly, before snapping back to consciousness. "Anyway, I should go on a jog, burn off all this food you prepared me." "Yeah, sorry about that. I had a dream to open a bakery." "Why didn't you pursue it, you look well off enough." She said pointing the far wall which was just a large floor to ceiling window looking out over the town. "I have a contract as an assistant with a very influential man, I can't just quit, he has to release me from it." "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear. Well I'll be back later, see you!" "Bye!" Eva waved back from the sofa and Cynthia locked the door and jogged down the flight of stairs.
She said her hellos to the bellhop and jogged out of the main lobby. The cool June breeze crept through her hair, before letting go and letting it fall back down slowly before another gust tip toed through again. She adjusted her jogging bottoms slightly and jogged down the street. She turned a corner, then another, and another. Eventually she was just off the main shopping street, she jogged down the road for another minute but stopped as something caught her eye and made her freeze in her footsteps.
Cynthia turned slowly and was met with a colourful, brightly decorated building. Her eyes scrolled across the sign above the building and she read the text in her head slowly. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria." Her arms dropped to her side and she stepped off of the kerb and slowly walked towards the restaurant, eyes focused on the three characters on the sign above the pizzeria, she walked into the road and stopped in the middle of the street. A little way down the road a car was obliviously heading towards her left side and was metres away from her and her dazed state.
Just then a tanned arm reached out and pulled out of the way of the car and onto the floor by a pair of converse shoes. She hit the pavement with a thud and slowly looked up from the pair of feet, to the tattered jeans, then the white tank top. He outstretched a hand and looked down at her. She grabbed it and was pulled to her feet, holding the side of her head and wincing in pain. "What on earth were you doing in the middle of the street!" He yelled. Cynthia could see his face clearly now, it was slightly tanned like his arms and he had dark brown hair that was spiked into a quiff. His caramel brown eyes stared into her azure blue ones. His eyebrows furrowed and mouth pinched slightly into a concerned frown. "I...don't...know" she said slowly. "Hey, are you alright." He said, tilting his head slightly to see under Cynthia's blonde fringe which had gone over her face during the incident. "Hey, how many fingers am I holding up." He said holding up two fingers. To Cynthia, there were three pairs of fingers slowly fading in and out of sight, then the whole world around her tilted to and fro as if she was on a boat. "Hey, shall I get help?!" He said a bit louder, his voice was getting more and more muffled. Just then she started falling back and looked up into the sky. "Aw shi..." Was the last thing she could hear before hitting the ground and fading out of consciousness.
