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The city streets are empty, this time of night-- except for the occasional staggering corpse, which becomes more than just occasional if you turn down the wrong street. Gwen's so exhausted that it's all she can do to follow her nose out of harm's way.
This is Chicago, but it feels like a graveyard.
As she turns a corner, she hears something-- faint, coming from a few blocks over and a few down.
Is that ...?
It's got to be a dream. Nobody'd be dumb enough to play music in an area like this.
Dream or not, she doubles her pace. She's starting to get the feeling that the dead guys have smelled her. But when she gets to the source of the music, she finds ... a wall. A wall of furniture and wooden boards formed around a gate; a big, imposing gate like you find at universities.
Doesn't matter. When God closes a door, he opens a window; and Gwen quickly finds one to shimmy through.
"Oof!"
She hits the floor on the other side a little harder than she means to, however.
This is Chicago, but it feels like a graveyard.
As she turns a corner, she hears something-- faint, coming from a few blocks over and a few down.
Is that ...?
It's got to be a dream. Nobody'd be dumb enough to play music in an area like this.
Dream or not, she doubles her pace. She's starting to get the feeling that the dead guys have smelled her. But when she gets to the source of the music, she finds ... a wall. A wall of furniture and wooden boards formed around a gate; a big, imposing gate like you find at universities.
Doesn't matter. When God closes a door, he opens a window; and Gwen quickly finds one to shimmy through.
"Oof!"
She hits the floor on the other side a little harder than she means to, however.