Deserted streets

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As I stepped out the door I was greeted by the smell of blood. The steps in front of my house were slick with blood. I carefully stepped down the stairs, avoiding all the puddles of blood. I think I might have to get use to this smell. I first needed to decide where to go. Left or right? Hmmmm. I think I'll go left first. I looked to the left and began walking. The smell of blood invaded my nostrils as I continued walking. Though it disgusted me I had to get away from my house. From those memories. I started walking faster, trying to find anywhere to go but here. My legs didn't want to move anymore and I abruptly stopped in from of a store. My favorite store. I opened the door and stepped inside, letting the door creak shut behind me. I grabbed a t-shirt , a sweatshirt and some jeans. I ripped the tags off, taking my dirty clothes off and slipped into the new clothes. The smell of fresh clothing covers my nose. So nice. I decide to look around a bit more before I leave. I grab some perfume, some cash, and a small bell on the counter. I step out the door knowing that this is my life now

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