Northern Escapes: A WereRat Chronicles Book

The old dumpsters were always worse to sleep in. The acrid smell of rust always made the lingering odours of garbage palatable on the tongue. On a night like tonight where the rain was pouring the din of rain on metal would overwhelm the ears so much so that Annabelle once got stuck at a crime scene because she'd fallen asleep in the wrong dumpster. She liked the look of them though and the dents and warping in the metal from their years of service were more comfortable to lean her shoulders into. From here on out, however, she would be stuck sleeping in the newer dumpsters because her old crew knew she preferred the old ones and they were on the lookout for her. Remember that crime scene? Oh yeah, they wanted her pretty badly. Word was out that Annah, as her friends called her, was a walking corpse so long as she stayed in downtown Vancouver. As luck would have it tonight, she found a wad of cash in a small decorative box in her new dumpster. Her goal? Head north where no one knew her name.