If anyone's been reading Irish weather reports (doubtful), you'll know that we're currently suffering from snow and ice. Of course, this being Ireland, where we never get snow or ice, the whole country nearly ground to a standstill from six inches.
So, ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem for me, since ordinarily, I live in a quarry bending to Slendershit's will. Now, however, I've betrayed the cause of the most dangerous creature who has ever existed and am on the run in a small country, changing town every day to avoid getting tracked and captured.
So, when my next bus fails to materialise, there are problems.
I'm stuck. Someone from Team Slender is gonna find me tonight. Shit will go down.