The Meeting
Allison had been walking around for half an hour, after her 'awaking' from the dead. She had been hoping to find Lydia, her closet friend, but couldn't find her anywhere, she must of been busy. She had tried to find Scott, but he was nowhere to be seen either. She didn't know what to do, nothing had ever happened to her like this and she didn't know how to act.
She walked down the street, with a jacket she had borrowed, with her hood hiding her face. She had to go unnoticed to everyone around, she couldn't reveal her identity in case someone realised that she had somehow been brought back from the dead. How could she explain to someone that she had died and was suddenly back alive? How could she explain to someone that the impossible had happened? There was no way and she knew it.
She was walking down the street too focused on looking for Scott and Lydia to realize that someone was walking down the street towards her, too busy playing with his phone. She bumped into him, stepping backwards, about to apologize when she realised it was no-one other than the famous Jackson. "Jackson?" She mumbled, questionably. She hadn't seen him since he left a year or two before her death, she hadn't even heard from him.