The Uncharted

I try to ignore the chill that travels down my spine, but just in case, I pocket my earbuds and keep a tight grip on my phone. In my other hand, I clutch my keys in between my knuckles. My eyes dart in every direction as I walk. I want to run, but instinct tells me that something will chase me. My shoes lightly splash in puddles forming on the sidewalk. My steps are loud, too loud. I take a quieter step and hear another splash that isn't my own. I glance behind me, but see no one. Fear tugs at my heart, regardless. Adrenaline enhances my senses. I'm not alone in this alley.
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Finley grew up playing basketball; she can anticipate passes, maneuver seamlessly through defenders. But this is different. This night in the alley, Finley is blindsided with the sudden reality of her situation. Everything she knows about herself is turned upside down. She possesses unusual abilities, and the people that take her seem to know more about her abilities than she does. Dangers churn under the surface, and Finley must choose whether to trust those around her while she comes to terms with her newfound powers. Not everything is black and white, and the consequences are far greater than her own life.