Angeline stirred in bed by the sound of her phone going off, she resentfully drew it toward her and squinted at the screen. It was a text message. She couldn’t reasonably fathom why anybody would be texting her so early in the morning, but it piqued her interest. Reluctantly prying her eyelids open enough to try and read the bright, blurry text in front of her was a challenge and honestly, she wanted no more than to drift back to sleep. Once she read it, she had to read it a second time to understand. Once it finally clicked what it meant she sat up sharply in bed. The only thing she could think to say was “They only gave me ten fucking minutes?”

Tossing aside her bedsheets, Angeline immediately set to work on stuffing as many important things into her handbag as she could. Passport, wallet, phone, laptop, various cables. She wasn’t even sure what they were for but the more the merrier. Once her backpack was full of as many valuables as she could locate, Angeline immediately grabbed her dance bag, a large hefty duffel bag which she stuffed with countless pairs of underwear. Then, as if a light of clarity shone upon her, she realised she was going to have to be a bit more practical. She moved on to other clothes, jumpers, coats, swept her arm across the table to scoop as much makeup into the bag as she could. The bag was clearly near overflowing. She didn’t dare look at the clock, tugging on shoes and a coat over her pyjamas, then suddenly stuffing some more shoes into the bag. She desperately zipped it closed, praying for the zip to not burst open as she left.

Everyone knows what happens to people who are affected by the violet dawn. If she was one of them then time was of the essence, she grabbed her keys and stepped out into the chilly January dark. Just as she was closing she could have sworn she heard a vehicle slowing to a stop outside her building, though maybe she was just being paranoid. She immediately hurried out, fumbling to bring out her phone, having already forgotten the instructions. Where the fuck was ‘west’? She only knew left or right. Was now a bad time to whip out google maps to try and figure out what the fuck ‘west’ means? She wanted to just scream but the handy dandy survival text said not to wake anyone up. She looked at the moon, something about it setting in the west? Or was it the east? Well, she didn’t have much time to stipulate the finer details so she slung her duffel bag into the crook of her elbow and headed roughly in the direction of the moon, luckily this was (approximately) west.