The metal creaked under her feet. “Are you sure this is the only way?”
The younger girl glanced back. “We’re not far now.”
An unnatural quiet surrounded them. Mac focused on each footstep and the pressure she put on the ancient steel beams. Most were decaying from rust, revealing gaps to the ground and empty river bed below. Ahead the concrete buildings cast shadows their way and darkened their path across the bridge.
“The facility is one block in?”
Bea nodded without turning around.
“It feels like we’re being watched.”
“We probably are.”
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Photo prompt & featured image: © CE Ayrs
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