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It was cold. Not a normal kind of cold. A cold that chilled you to the bone. Strange, seeing as the sun was high in the sky. She shook from the inside out as she peeked out a broken window with sharp edges. Days? Weeks? Months? How long had she holed herself up in this house. This desolate place. Ryyan Llewellyn wasn't even sure if she was alive anymore. Maybe this was hell. Maybe this was what hell looked like. She hadn't been a particularly good person with her 27 years on the earth. Whatever she had or hadn't been, what she was now was alone. Loneliness could drive a person mad. Insane. That was what Ryyan was feeling. She couldn't take one more day inside this house. It had started as her haven when the world fell apart but really it was her prison. A cell. Fear of what lurked beyond had kept her in and quite. She even sobbed silently now. However, today was the day. Her legs shook as she moved to stand on them. She controlled her breathing. A rucksack on her back. Today. It was early in the morning. Today was the day. Ryyan opened the front door with shaky hands. The world. It was before her. Dead. Decaying. Yet, the air smelt fresh and free and for a moment it was just another day. The way it used to be when the world was right and then Ryyan opened her eyes. The nightmare was still before her. Yet before she could lose her nerve, she closed the door behind her and with determined steps ventured into the world. Or rather what was left of it.