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"I don't think I should be doing this." The wind blew slightly past the two standing on rusted train tracks cutting through a deserted town center. He'd found her earlier sitting on the curb looking as though she'd just witnessed a murder minutes before.
Maybe she had.
"Don't worry," he reassured her, "I won't let anything happen to you."
"Are you sure?" The question hung dryly in the air for a few moments. "Of course."
She signed, turning slightly towards the old, nearly dilapidated building she'd been trapped in hours before.
"Alright," she finally agreed. He looked down upon her nervous face. She bit at her bottom lip as her eyes anxiously darted around.
"But we have to hurry," she said sternly this time, walking shakily toward the mess of orange bricks that made up this ominous shape in the distance.
"We HAVE to."