12
The world outside the station was shut down. It amazed Mackenzie as she drove home to see how few things were open. Restaurants, stores, even gas stations were closed. It was like the city had turned into a ghost town.
When she arrived at her apartment complex, the parking lots were a mess. Plows had been through, but most of the parking spaces were occupied with cars buried under six or more feet of snow. She found a spot toward the back of her the lot closest to her building and hoped she was close to the lines she needed to be in.
Nothing in her apartment looked out of place. The stale scent told her no one had been there while she was gone. She cracked open a window to let a little fresh air inside and sat on the couch.
She was exhausted.
Mackenzie jolted upright, something wak
