7
In thirty minutes she was in the Village, the oldest modernized part of the city. Jenny wasn’t wrong when she said there were blocks and blocks of housing. The oldest apartment buildings in the city, with their rickety fire escapes and chipped bricks, mixed with derelict Victorian mansions. Those ancient houses were surrounded by weed-covered lawns and scraggly trees that were starved for water.
“Why am I even doing this?” she mumbled as she tripped over another broken sidewalk.
Sarah stopped at one of the intersections and looked left and right. The blocks with their tall, dilapidated structures stretched for miles in both directions. In the distance the sun warned of its impending disappearance beneath the horizon of commercial buildings.
She pursed her lips and shook her head
