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Glass crunches beneath my dirty, over-worn sneakers when I step through the shattered door of the abandoned grocery store.
The sounds reverberate in the hollow silence, and I freeze, gripping the knife at my side. My pulse hammers in my ears.
Glass crunches beneath my dirty, over-worn sneakers when I step through the shattered door of the abandoned grocery store.
The sounds reverberate in the hollow silence, and I freeze, gripping the knife at my side. My pulse hammers in my ears.