.01 Terror: DomesMature

Hannah stopped at 558. The dome was up and running, flashing the usual preview pictures. Hannah sighed in relief. Thank god. She joined the line waiting to enter the dome. As she waited, her eyes wandered over to the little flashing screens meant to be tutorials. The amount of people that actually listened to them were few. Often though, she liked to listen to them explain things over and over again. It must be the forever looping voice that calmed her down.

“Miss, your pass please.” The sharp voice knocked her out of her reverie and she hastily handed over her pass. The ticketmaster quickly checked it and handed it back to her. “Enjoy.”

Hannah took the pass and walked into the dome.

The End

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