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A sudden breeze came up and slammed the door shut in front of his face. He jumped back and pointed the lighter and can at the entrance, but nothing more moved. He’d half expected some dark tendrils to come crawling out and drag him to the depths of whatever hell all the other missing people had gone to. He was glad to be disappointed. Tony lifted his foot and tapped on the door. It didn’t budge, so the knob must have latched. He cautiously reached out and turned the handle, and the door swung open on its creaking hinges.
The familiar room was revealed to him, complete with broken glass, tussled sheets and the burnt remains of Amanda’s last fire. He stepped inside, careful to look behind the door for any surprise attack, and then he crept toward the small kitchen area. The food
