As the sky grows dimmer, the shadows on the street grow longer, giving Stephanie the cover she needs to get wherever it is might be safe. Signs of life will, at least, be easier to pick out when everything is so dead around you, and so something snags her attention -- painted in unofficial sloppiness in yellow spray, and X marks a spot in the middle of the street she's found herself upon. It looks old, but not so old that whatever it indicates is irrelevant. Further down the street, marking an intersection headed right, there's another cross much like it, printed by the same, hurried hand.
But it isn't just the streets, plotting some unknown direction -- on the wall just beside her, printing over brick and mortar and the boarded over buildings, are words in big yellow, a warning:
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But it isn't just the streets, plotting some unknown direction -- on the wall just beside her, printing over brick and mortar and the boarded over buildings, are words in big yellow, a warning: