walker.
NOTE: This is a multi-part Take Ten to Write story. For the story to make the most sense, read all previous parts first. You can read the compiled story here.
Chapter I · Part II
I met Walker in the very last place you would ever think to meet a guy: in the women’s washroom.
The first thing that I remarked about Walker was the fact that he was swinging a baseball bat at thin air. And sure, you see all sorts of strange things in public washrooms, but this one was new for me.
I don’t think he saw me at first, he was much too focused on batting his invisible baseball. It was when he almost whacked me in the face when I finally spoke up.
“Hey!” I yelled. “Watch it!”
He jerked as if my words had physically shoved him, but he didn’t stop swinging in a seemingly random pattern. Eventually, he turned to look at me and his eyes widened. Between each swing, he grunted, “How – can – you – see – me?”
“What do you mean?” I scoffed. “You’re right in front of me. Now seriously, man, get out, before I call security.”
“I–” He yelped as he was knocked backward. His head slammed against the wall and he slumped to the ground, the baseball bat rolling from his fingers and stopping at my foot.
A low growl echoed around the washroom. And that’s when I saw a yorrowick for the very first time.
