The Safehouse
The safehouse can be described in several ways; 'safe' isn't the one that first springs to mind. It's almost derelicit looking, with all but a handful of windows boarded over and a chainlink fence bowed under the weight of snow. The rest of the neighbourhood seems deserted, or at least quiet, and the other houses are in no better shape. Smoke trails from a leaning chimney without being dispersed by much wind to speak off, and it's intensely quiet.
The only sign of life is a girl in her teens on the front step, sitting on a foam pad and warming her hands around a small lantern as she shivers even while looking like a puffy snowgirl in her winter clothing.
The only sign of life is a girl in her teens on the front step, sitting on a foam pad and warming her hands around a small lantern as she shivers even while looking like a puffy snowgirl in her winter clothing.