Killing Lies

corner of the old buildings that lined up the road leading to our rendezvous. The orange hues of th

to my face like a thousand tiny daggers. Its pressure whips past throu

my purse. My phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with S

ou okay? Whe

of her voice was really low and choppy. I also think s

erstand me n

s, oh my

wn right now. I could te

e are

Quarter's res

station that is almost one kilometer away from

s with you

ring the riot. How 'bout Tr

hen the explosions happ

y one who returned my calls. What if they're

think I can tell her the truth - t

nded, "We're going to find them safe,

I sat down, stunned.

from my sling bag again, so I opened

e's p

er phone notifications. She received them all at once. Her most recent

I suppose

e phone rang again... It was her brother callin

hen notification rings pop up. He te

ler: Pa trie

Tyler: M

er: And then

ler: Trix, t

ard. This is not the time to lose hope and courage. I stil

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he Quaint Quarters as

age yet. I bet her signal's being shitty again. I understand that our telecommunications in the hi

wrong? No, I was fuc

throat as I saw the hum

od bathe their stiff bodies as it flows through the EV chargin

glass door. The blood didn't stop there, as they led me to the restrooms. I stopped in

held earlier. She must have gave it

make me wanna puke again. I couldn't look

nt to the woman's restroom. There's a tainted, bloody sign that says not to open the door,

ped. I dialed her number again and her ringtone echoed ins

pounding. I uttered her name, clinging to the flickering hope that she might still be alive, b

dal wave. Tears streamed down on my face as the reality of the si

one. She became one of those ruthless