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Seeing Rebecca go into the bathroom through the plate glass window, Whitney ran into the trees behind the gas station. She didn’t have time to put together a plan, she just needed to get out of sight before Rebecca returned. Walking through the dark trees and away from the road, she saw an industrial building in the distance with some people milling around out front.
Whitney went back and forth in her mind around whether to try and talk to those people. On one hand, she was not thrilled by the prospect of talking to strangers alone in the middle of the night. Though she didn’t know what the building was for or who worked there, it sure seemed like the sort of place and time where something really bad might happen to her. However, she was also afraid of Rebecca. Maybe everything really had been a misunderstanding between them. But, if her suspicions were correct, Rebecca could be following her right now.
Hearing twigs break behind her, Whitney’s body panicked and made the decision for her. She rushed out of the woods and into the clearance around the building. As she noticed people noticing her, she tried to slow down and walk casually, but she wasn’t confident it fooled anyone.
As she got closer, Whitney was relieved to find that the people gathered outside were artsy punks smoking cigarettes. Everyone was calm and tatted and in their early adulthood. It wasn’t necessarily Whitney’s usual crowd, but she felt confident she had transferable skills that would apply here.
At the door, someone asked if she was there for the show and, without thinking, she just said yes. She used her phone to buy a $12 ticket and rushed inside.
All the lights were off. It didn’t really look like the kind of place with running electricity. Using the flashlight on her phone, she could see that the building was clearly abandoned. The walls that weren’t crumbling were covered in graffiti. Broken windows had left glass on the floor to mix with the rubble. And the buildup of trash showed that no one was cleaning up after these shows.
Whitney could see the flicker of lights towards the end of the hall.
Should Whitney:
Whitney went back and forth in her mind around whether to try and talk to those people. On one hand, she was not thrilled by the prospect of talking to strangers alone in the middle of the night. Though she didn’t know what the building was for or who worked there, it sure seemed like the sort of place and time where something really bad might happen to her. However, she was also afraid of Rebecca. Maybe everything really had been a misunderstanding between them. But, if her suspicions were correct, Rebecca could be following her right now.
Hearing twigs break behind her, Whitney’s body panicked and made the decision for her. She rushed out of the woods and into the clearance around the building. As she noticed people noticing her, she tried to slow down and walk casually, but she wasn’t confident it fooled anyone.
As she got closer, Whitney was relieved to find that the people gathered outside were artsy punks smoking cigarettes. Everyone was calm and tatted and in their early adulthood. It wasn’t necessarily Whitney’s usual crowd, but she felt confident she had transferable skills that would apply here.
At the door, someone asked if she was there for the show and, without thinking, she just said yes. She used her phone to buy a $12 ticket and rushed inside.
All the lights were off. It didn’t really look like the kind of place with running electricity. Using the flashlight on her phone, she could see that the building was clearly abandoned. The walls that weren’t crumbling were covered in graffiti. Broken windows had left glass on the floor to mix with the rubble. And the buildup of trash showed that no one was cleaning up after these shows.
Whitney could see the flicker of lights towards the end of the hall.
Should Whitney:
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