Once out, she sits on the new terrain gasping for sweet sweet oxygen.
The gravel nibbles at her but this is the least of her worries.
Looking up at the sky, the first signs of snow drop, creating the effect of dandruff on her afro.
She shivers, hugging herself tightly.
Angela stands, gazing sadly at the ruined wall sitting in front of her like an abandoned puppy.
Walking gingerly toward it, she runs her hand over the rough texture, letting it scrape her skin.
On its top, a fine layer of snow is already gathering, as if it was a blanket.
Observing the crevasses, she sees a familiar golden glimmer taunting her.
However, this time when she reaches out to snatch it, it does not move, instead it's freezing metal burns her skin.
'Ow!' She cries dropping the key into her pocket.
As if holding the key is too much, she faints, darkness painting a picture around her...
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The key
Truyện NgắnFirst story 🤪. Comments, feedback welcome and appreciated. A few TW, talk of drugs/drugging, murder, assault, gun/gun violence, vomiting, kidnapping, blood/injuries. Feel free to leave if these upset you and I'll hopefully see you in the next on...
