𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ༒𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬 ༒

𖠑 fatigue 𖠑

"𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱."

-𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳

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WHEN MOVING TO HELL'S KITCHEN, DANNIE NEVER EXPECTED TO MEET WHO SHE DID.

Hell's Kitchen was a shit-hole, to say the least. After the attack on New York, it had struggled to bounce back, not that there was much to bounce back to in the first place.

Danielle had grown up in Hell's Kitchen, but as time went on, the opportunities in the city seemed to vanish, leading her to pursue a higher education in upper Manhattan, majoring in journalism and taking secretary classes on the side.

After completing four years of college and successfully getting the degree she had worked so hard for, she was overwhelmed by the student loans, and still scarred from the attack that took place while she was living there. Danielle, or Dannie, as some people called her, decided to abandon the jobs that kept her barely above the surface and move back to the town she called home; leaving her sister behind in Manhattan.

It wasn't easy, leaving the one person she loved more than anything in the world, but she couldn't afford to stay afloat in that part of the city -- especially when other things were causing her to drown.

After the attack that had shocked the world and almost leveled the whole of New York, people weren't sure what to do, or where to go. Many people lost family, lost their homes--even themselves. But humanity's one major success was the ability to bounce back and come together as they had done many times before.

After doing some major research and comparing what felt like a thousand apartments, Dannie found a suitable place she thought would serve as a good home. After the "incident", as some New Yorkers' called it, prices had plummeted, surged, and plummeted again -- which wasn't unlikely, but it made her life slightly easier as the apartment she had chosen was one of those with "post-incident" prices.

She had been communicating with the woman who had listed the apartment for a few months now, before she had even packed her bags to go back to Hell's Kitchen. Danielle now sort of thought of the woman, Claire Temple, as a friend, and the feeling was reciprocated.

The women would now casually message, talking about jobs and rent and other adult things. They had even met up once before Dannie had begun moving in, just some casual talk and making the first new friend she would have in this city.

A few weeks later, Danielle would be climbing up the steps of her new apartment, carrying heavy boxes up each agonizing flight of stairs. A disadvantage of choosing an older apartment--no elevator.

However, there were also several benefits. The location was nice, and the rent was much lower than what she had been paying for the closet-sized apartments in upper Manhattan. Thinking about the amount of money she had wasted made her sigh, but she reassured herself that the job applications she had sent out would work out -- and they would.

Currently, Dannie was still receiving payments from a company she had briefly worked for in the big city. During her time in college, she earned a paid internship there, and after graduation, she was promoted to a higher position, where she could put some of what she learned in college to good use.