(Michael) North, Towards the center of the city. Undoubtedly someone there to help!
From Create Your Own Story
You slowly trudge northwards, looking for help. It's dark and cold. Just when you think it can't get worse, the skies open up.
Mumbling angrily under your breath, you move faster. Suddenly, you hear the sound of a car behind you and a squeal of brakes.
The rain is so heavy you can barely see your hand in front of your face. You make out the shape of the car next to you but can't see inside. The passenger window rolls down a bit and a female voice says "Get in before you catch your death of double pneumonia."
You gratefully open the door and slip inside. The window rolls up and as you buckle your seatbelt, the door locks.
You look over and see that your rescuer is...
