11: War PartyMelissa slowly backed away from the bungalow’s main room and eased the front door closed as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t wake the sleeping Laura or Starr. When she felt the door shut with a click and confirmed neither woman had woken from her leaving, Melissa shoved her hands into her pants pockets and shivered from the chilly Vegas morning air. She scanned left and right, noticing how quiet—almost dead—the street felt. She hoped she was the only one awake and could escape the neighborhood unseen.
Melissa padded toward the main street again. Without any money or her personal supplies, she realized she would have to shoplift food, drinks, and any items she’d need to prove her worth to Anya tonight—even if she could only add one new cult member.
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