Medaline
At first I thought that the hard part would be going around in the streets without being spotted, but the hard part is navigating the streets. Every time I get excited that I have found the way out, I understand that I have gotten even more lost.
I had been walking for hours now and the streets were dark, because even the bars and shops had turned their signs off and it was too dangerous to walk around in these streets alone. I had no idea where I was going or how to leave this town.
I made another turn and the only thing I could make out in this street were brick walls at each side of the little path. No windows and the smell of urine and puke filled all my senses, making it hard to smell anything else.
I knew that this street was bad news, all my senses told me to run. Befo
