Cold rain pelts my face as I jog down the empty street. It soaks my clothes and chills me to the bone. I’m not dressed for this weather, I have to hold my long black dress up while I jog carefully, balancing on tall heels. My hair sticks to the side of my face and I squint, trying to figure out where I am. I don’t recognise the tall crumbling buildings around me, or the old cracked street signs. The buildings don’t exactly look welcoming, but I need to get out of this weather or I’ll freeze. Ducking under a fence and squeezing through a small opening on a boarded up door, I manage to get inside one of the less broken down and dilapidated buildings.
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