Summer frantically walked away with her bag slung over her shoulder, worry written all over her face.
Sylvia called out from behind, running to catch up. "Hey, are you okay?"
"I don't fucking know, okay? I just need to get home," Summer replied in a worried tone, unsure of what she would find once she got there.
"Does that video say if they're okay or if they made it out?" Summer asked Sylvia, who was walking hurriedly beside her while scrolling through the video's comments.
She couldn't find anything useful in the description, and the comments weren't any more helpful. They were a mix of positive, negative, and lateral comments.
Some positive comments said, "Ha, the green thorns fucked around and found out!" and "I don't get why the government refuses to allow civilian intervention in such scenarios. If they did, maybe the guy could've helped more people."
