Today was going to be the day that Anon either escaped to paradise, or died trying. After weeks of careful planning the Backstreets denizen saw their moment to make their play to escape from the muddy landfill of the cities backstreets. With a flick of a switch from their garbage crafted equipment, the Fence’s lights fluttered off ever so briefly, giving Anon the briefest of moments to break through! No guards were around and the cameras were facing away, marking this was their chance! Their feet sunk into the warm sand as they staggered through the barrier, freedom filling their soul as they looked at-
THUNK!
Anon staggered back as something hard hit them, and looking up as their ass hit the clean sand of the beach, they saw two women standing over them, one was dressed in a surfers wetsuit while holding a large surfboard, (The same thing used to hit them), and a laughing, Teal Haired women clinging to the Surfers arm, both of them laughing at the fallen intruder.
Dakota, the Teal Haired women pointed at them with a smirk, “Oops! Looks like you took a wrong turn!”
Riley, the taller women holding the surfboard said, “Don’t worry, we’ll help you find your way back.” They discover something…This little Backstreets Intruder seems a bit lost and in need of assistance.