[center][h2][color=8dc73f]Dawn Cohen[/color][/h2][/center]
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Dawn ran a few blocks with the pack, not looking behind her. She passed nobody as she turned through the buildings, speeding through openings and entranceways a person larger than her would have a hard time squeezing through. Finally, she ducked into what looked like the ruins of a small school or community center, spotting a corner under some crumbled stairs to hide in. She dropped the backpack beside her and opened it up. She had struck gold. An unopened loaf of grocery store bread was squished under a club-shaped piece of rubble, along with an empty plastic water bottle and some nails at the bottom of the bag. She opened the bread and gobbled up the first slice before stopping to catch her breath, remembering her tiredness from her recent getaway. Maybe she could sleep here instead of at home, with the backpack as a pillow and some bread in her stomach.