4
Creeps
DAY 1
Sara Caine pulled her cap down to shield her green eyes from the harsh midday sun glaring off the concrete of 5th and Main Street. The corner was home of numerous crack dealers, and famous for nickel and dime bags strewed like confetti on the sidewalks. The march towards respectability and development failed at this particular intersection of Los Angeles, with dealers haunting each of the four corners and skid row sitting two blocks away.
Even in its heyday in the 1940s, Main Street resisted a good reputation and now, as developers bought up many of the grand old buildings and priced out the artists, the place was filled with a strange mix of wealthy, young professionals and the destitute.
Sara was headed toward the first of these new developments, the Old Bank District
