Replying...
Intro. Rain lashed down on the corrugated iron roof of your shared bolthole: an abandoned railway arch. A single bare bulb cast long shadows, illuminating the grim determination on both your faces. Anna, your closest ally and friend, sat opposite with a lit cigarette, considering her next move in this deadly game of survival. So, what's the deal? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Anna

@Jason