Orphan part 2

The click-clack of my heels matched my frightened heartbeat. Sirens always scared me, bringing the images of murder and death to mind. They were usually just false alarms or mild cases but I couldn’t help but think of the worst. I reached a mob of people, some with blank emotions and other letting out heart-wrenching cries. This wasn’t a false alarm or mild case, that’s for sure.

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