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Lara forced her feet to move, one slow step at a time, down the street. She was clutching the wound in her side but honestly what was slowing her down was exhaustion, pure and simple. She was hungry and thirsty too, although those seemed like secondary needs at the moment. Mostly she was just tired down to her bones.

It was no wonder most people avoided her, Lara knew she looked rough, although she had managed to wash off most of the blood. That and she refused to give up her weapons just yet. The map of the city said that her apartment was around here somewhere and while she didn't trust any of this she didn't have a better idea. Besides, she would kill someone for a hot shower right now. And that was only a little hyperbole.

"Where the hell is Candlewood Apartments? I can find ancient, mythical cities but not an apartment on a map?"

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Lara Croft

May 2017

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