She put a hand on the top of her head and drew it away.
Red. That telltale metallic tang.
“You ok?”
“Yep, just caught my head on the fencing. No biggie.”
They looked around at the space before them, the ruins of the place where they had spent so many hours so many years ago.
Dead plants ashy from neglect. Shattered glass sparkling in the dull light, signs that had promised so much clinging on to bent frames. Upturned shopping carts and puerile graffiti.
The escalators rusted to a permanent stop.
They heard movement from the old department store.
“Run!”
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