Zoey woke with a deep, aching pain that permeated her bones. Blinking against the harsh sunlight, she found herself in a desolate wheat field.
Her clothes were in tatters, and the once-bright red coat she had worn was likely reduced to ashes in the fire. The stench of smoke and filth clung to her, making her stomach churn. Yet, the fact that she had escaped death was a precious relief.
She recalled the raging fire that nearly consumed her. In her desperation, she searched the warehouse for an escape route. Her fingers traced every inch of the walls in the darkness until, behind a pile of goods, she found a hidden sewer opening. With her remaining strength, she pried open the sewer's iron door and, enduring the putrid smell, crawled into the unknown darkness.
As Zoey crawled through th
