She rushes to the car wearing all white. The engine sputters and then starts when she turns the keys. As she hastily drives off, she looks back at the old cabin and silently thanks it. She doesn’t want to leave it so soon. Her hands shaky, she switches on the radio to hear any more reports. A cold, high-pitched voice speaks quickly as if a recording had been sped up. She attempts to understand but quickly gets frustrated and turns it off.
The rickety car breaks down soon after her journey begins. She know this was a very bad sign. Her bare feet stand on the cold asphalt as she calls for help. As she reaches for her flare gun, she remembers she lost it a long time ago. Thinking hard, she decides to walk west. She looks at the horizon at the setting sun and stopped. The sky is a deep blue before she continues on her way. Her feet now aching, she finds a tiny hut with soft, flickering light shining out the windows. She made her way across the prickly brush and enters without knocking.
She wakes up to the sun’s faint light. Looking around, the fire had burned out some time in the night and her new friend had left. She begins walking once again away from the waking sun. Before long, she arrives. She attempts to dust off now dusty-brown attire before entering the tall, brooding gates. Greeting her to the dilapidated town was a creature quite small. “I already know of this town. You may go now.” She cuts him off during his speech. He shuffles back into the woods mumbling about how hard he worked on his speech. She found herself in front of the Big Building. She knocked once. A strong, resonating knock. The circular door opened and the darkness inside engulfed her swiftly. The door closed.
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