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It was a starry night out. Today you were working your night shift as a news reporter. You had to report another incident. This time it was a car accident, a fatal one at that. You had to report to the scene quickly no matter how tired you were. As you were in the car, you saw police sirens and ambulances picking up behind you. “Jesus, it was that bad? “You thought to yourself. Soon you arrived at the scene. My lord, it was terrible.
The car was smashed into the lamppost with a gray cat under it, the ambulance was there too along with 3 police cars. Saddened by the sight, you still had to do your job. “Y/N!” one of your co-workers shouted. “You ready to start recording?!” “Yeah yeah, I'm ready,” you said. Microphone in hand, you started reporting. “Good afternoon, my name is Y/N, and you're watching the 8 PM News. You went on and on about the incident in your recording, trying hard enough not to cry thanks to the incident. It was a shame to see another person die in this town. It hurt your heart. As soon as you finished recording, you noticed someone walking towards you. Someone with a camera. “Get outta my way!” He grumbled. Ugh, how rude. You decided to leave him alone. It was best not to interact with him, he seemed salty.
The atmosphere was chilly. Sirens were flashing everywhere, the police were examining the scene, and the ambulances blaring. “OUTTA DA WAY! WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!!” A rat nurse came out of the ambulance, running towards the body. “1, 2, 3, 4,5!” he pushed and pushed on the body, trying to perform CPR. “Hey sir do you need help-” you asked “Come on, come on one more time…” he said, ignoring you. You decided to leave him alone, he was doing his job. Then, a burst of light comes up. It was that penguin again. He was taking pictures. Was he some type of journalist or something? You stepped a bit closer to him. He then shoos you. “I have a job to do! So leave me alone” he scolded.
My god, he was a douche. “I hate this job” he grumbles. “Always photographing incidents!” you could tell something was up with him. “I'm tired of seeing misfortunes! Why does it have to be me!?”. You see him walk over to a postbox after taking a few photos. You decide to examine like the nosy son of a gun you are. “Hey, what is this kid doing here!?” he blares “GET OUTTA HERE I'M TRYING TO DO MY JOB!!!” he blares out. You then hear small crying, small tiny crying. “Hey hey hey! Shhhhh please shh. Do it for me please please I'm sorry!” You had to go see what was up.
“Nonononono, that's not how you calm someone down!” You peered behind the postbox and saw a baby kitten with tears in his eyes.
WILL CONTINUE THIS IIS WHAT I HAVE SO FAR