Chapter 4: Your Occupation?
"It's kind of chilly."
[Let's finish quickly and go back, it's cold.]
[This feeling is familiar.]
She arrived at the abandoned hospital where she assumed they had gone, passing through darkening streets. The wall surrounding it looked oddly tall, and was covered in graffiti that made her frown. The barbed wire strung up to prevent entry looked tattered and worn.
She passed through the entrance, which creaked like the door to her rented room.
...A front door that makes the same sound as an abandoned ruin—can that be a good sign? If someone breaks in while I’m gone... Ah, not like there’s anything worth stealing anyway.
At best... maybe the sugar?
Now that she thought about it, there were also the crusts of sandwich bread.
This was making her nervous for no reason.
...It’ll be fine, right?
"Quiet."
[It really is.]