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Post by Crystal Fogle on Aug 22, 2008 19:35:51 GMT -5
A black and white stripped tank top and black jean covered person ran up to the building just as the sun was setting, their combat boots slamming down hard on the conceit. It was simply Crystal, who pushed opened the library doors and peeked inside, wondering if anyone was here. No, it was dead quiet even for a library. Good less people ment less somone asking her what she was doing. Well, it was empty besides the sleeping Liberian at the desk with drops of drool sliding down her lip and neck.
Slipping inside, past the rows of dust covered books she made her way to the back of the place. Her fingers sliding over the book binds trying to find a map of the city hoping to find maybe a way to get out of town before she became someone's meal. After the other night, Crystal had gotten to thinking that maybe if she left and told something about what was going maybe they could do something about the vanishing tourist.
An hour of searching, her eyes glanced outside through a window and cursed. It was pitch black outside, no where was safe now. Most of the night creatures would be out looking for their next tourist to feed from. |
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