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The nights were always the worst part of this life. Samira moved about freely enough during the day, keeping to herself and trying to scavenge enough supplies to get by, but when night fell, she quickly took cover wherever she could find it. She was currently on her way to do exactly that, walking quickly through the narrow brick streets of the town. As quiet as she tried to be, she couldn’t prevent the small splashes that came with each step in the water that covered the streets and which echoed off the walls of the buildings around her.
Samira’s original plan had been to head to the junkyard and lock herself inside a car for the night, but she felt wary at the thought of traveling the rest of the way there; there was a decent chance she could run into something more than she could handle along the way. She found the town eerie, but it was probably a safer bet than the space between the last buildings and the dump. Looking around her, she spotted a door hanging off its hinges and ducked inside, tensing at the creaking of the hinges.
While it was dark outside, it was pitch black within the building. Mira extended one hand as if she were grasping at something, the odd feeling in her hand alerting her that she was touching dark matter. She took a small amount of the substance into her hand, manipulating it with her fingers to get a feel for it, and then willed the almost-intangible matter to form a small ball which hung suspended in the air between her hands. Samira focused her energy on the tiny ball, rotating her hands around it as she directed it to ignite itself; a small flame soon hovered over her palm, providing enough light for her to inspect the building.
This room was empty, and a few minutes later she had assured herself she was alone inside. She set her backpack down in the corner of the room farthest from the door, then sank down herself and leaned back against it. She extinguished the flame, the mysterious dark matter that formed it vanishing back to its origin as quickly as she had called it forth and plunging her into darkness. Samira lay on her side, using her bag as a pillow, and curled up to prepare for yet another night of light sleep on a filthy floor. She hoped she would be able to fall asleep instead of spending the whole night wide awake and staring at nothing.





