P.O.V [Jess]
Coming here was a mistake.
I have to avoid everyone, at each turn. Why did I have to look around in the city? I should have found somewhere safe, not dangerous.
I'm not going to last a week in this city.
The freaking president lives here. How did it ever cross my mind, to come here? I'm going to die.
I just entered an angry bee hive. I'm not going to live through this, am I.
Well, at least it's pretty here. There are so many tall buildings! All different, but the same in ways. What am I talking, about I'm going to die.
Mom said never to go in city's or busy places. Quests what happens when you don't listen, you die. There are so many people! Gotta hide.
I'm staying in the shadows, so at least no one has seen me yet.
I'm staying in the dark alleys. No one goes in dark alleys, right?
It's not raining so that's a good thing. What does that have to do with anything?!
Back to reality
Survival list.
Shelters, food, clean water, and I forget the rest of the list.So, yah. I have none of that. I'm totally dead!
What time is it?
I checked the large clock tower.
11:34
So I have a few hours to get everything, before it gets dark.
First things first. Food.
I'm gonna have to fine a market somewhere. So I would need a map. Great. More things to do.
After wandering for 30 minutes, I found a broken down substation. I can find a map somewhere around in there. Hopefully.
I glade no one has seen me yet. I might have chance on living after all. Probably not.
The station is all boarded up, wonder why. I gonna have to break some, to get through. Ninja skill time! I tried and karate chop the boards. Didn't go as planed. Instead of me chopping some boards in half, and be totally awesome. I ended up hurting my hand. Ow ow ow.
Let's try something else.
I looked around and saw the door wasn't boarded up. Strange.
I went to the door, it was locked. I wish it were as simple, as opening the door. I got on my knees and started to go through my bag. Book, book, book, pen, book, same book, bobby pins! I took out the pins, I learned how to pick locks, when I was 6.
Took me 3 minutes to unlock the door. Could have been faster, if I didn't accidentally drop the pin, and it got stuck under the door.
Then I opened the door slowly. It surprised me when it didn't squeak, the hinges were oiled, I'll say again, strange.
It was really dark, well that's what is expected, when its rundown. I looked through my bag again, and found my flashlight. I don't like using my flashlight much, I only have one spare battery left.
I turned the flashlight on. It was still dark. I had to be carful on the stairs, thankfully I didn't trip.
I'm really glad, I'm not scared of the dark, because I think I would flip out, if I was.
Then I heard something. It was to quite to tell what it is. My nerves got to me, I was scared something would pop out of nowhere and kill me, like in some kind of really, really, old, horror movie.
All that was going through my head was, I'm going to die.
I moved faster to find a map somewhere. I want to get out of here, as fast as I can. I can't leave without finding a map.
I heard something again, but louder. I turned around, to where I thought I heard it coming from. Ok, relax nothing is there.
I slowly turned my head back, to where I was looking.
Then I was about to scream.
When I turned around with my flashlight, some dude with reddy brown hair and green eyes, it was hard to tell what he looked like exactly, he was in front of me. I was about to scream but he put his hand over my mouth. I dropped my flashlight, and I couldn't see.
I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going die!
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Don Don Don! What will happen to Jess? Will she live? Who is this mystery person? Will I ever shut up? Find out in the next chapter.
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