I heard light thunder. I looked up at the sky to see the sky gray, knowing it would rain; I turned to the left to see the beautiful building from the other side while water surrounded us. I looked up at a sign for it to read, Cadman Plaza West; I was about to turn towards that direction until I saw a piece of paper fly towards me. It hit the sound with a smack. Jogging towards it, it seems to be a flyer it read, "Come to Midtown Tun Manhattan, we happen to have the best Sandwiches in Queens!" I turn the paper around. It appeared to be clean, with no sign of dirt anywhere. I didn't think much of it, took the cue, folded the paper, and placed it in pockets. Queens, huh I wonder how far it is and will there be good supplies or even a person there.
Sadly it started raining when I got towards Tillary St. I had a hunch it was going to be a long way to get to Midtown. I sucked it up and began speed walking. There we no cars to break in and keep me warm, but I like the rain, so it also didn't bother me. I rather walk while it rained than snowed. I shivered as I thought back to last year. I hummed and got up on the jersey barrier balancing myself in the middle of the road. I smiled to myself, feeling a bit more relaxed than I was back at home. Maybe an adventure was all that I needed.
I was soon getting tired. I didn't know how long I was walking, but to me, it felt like hours when it could've been minutes. An hour has passed, and I was starting to get cold; I felt myself trembled and teeth chatter. I cursed myself for not bringing an umbrella or at least taking a damn bike or a scooter. Walking through a bridge, I decided to stay there and wait for the rain to stop hoping, and to my surprised, it only seemed to rain harder. It would get dark soon, and for sure, I did not want to stay out here in the rain and the street. I hoped this Midtown was very close by; I thought as I ran on the road now.
Walking about 3 hours and 10 minutes, I glimpse at the sign. I quickly open my eyes wide to see if it was true what I was perceiving.
"Midtown Tun Eastern Long is 48 St"
I felt this sudden happiness and excitement. I finally made it! I ran and got a glimpse of another sign reading Queen Bronx. I laughed out loud, feeling accomplished. I passed by a bridge that was holding the road, looking at it in awe. I finally made it! I saw the exit and quickly ran towards it, hoping to find a clothing store to change out of my wet ones. I made it to the street 48 St. many abandoned cars and trucks were turning; I turned to the left and strolled looking at everything around me, a cemetery to my right and houses to the left. Not having a choice, I broke it to the first house that I spotted first; luckily, they left the window open. I crawled inside, landing on my back with a thud; looking around, I spotted an upstairs, which I happily went to investigate.
I went inside a room which was a little girl, looking at the pink walls and lots of teddy bears scattered everywhere on the bed: Barbies and fake makeup on a play table. I searched for another room, which seems to an older teen. He had a lot of punk-rock posters and comics everywhere. I went through his drawer and found some comfy joggers. I quickly took off my jeans and wore dry pants. Thankfully my underwear was dry because I would not like to wear someone else's underwear. I searched for a shirt and found a plain black T-shirt; as I removed my shirt, I felt like a cold breeze hit my skin, sending me goosebumps.
I walked around the house to see if I can find any food, and sadly there was nothing. I looked out the window, still raining might as well eat something while we wait. I picked up my bookbag and pulled out some chips. It wasn't the healthiest, but it's something that I craved at the moment. Watching as the run died down, it was already dark outside. I had to explore tomorrow morning. Heading to a couch, I grabbed my blanket from my bookbag and got comfortable.
I forgot to check if the doors were locked.
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FanfictionImagine being the only person in the world. Or so you thought. Scavenging, running from danger, meeting new people, meeting dangerous people. Where and when does your fate end? What caused all this madness?