Writing Session: "CYOM: A Night in Eighth Block Tower"
Please keep in mind this is an early draft. I wrote all of this *today*. The story will be revised numerous times, with all errors corrected, before it will be considered finished.
[A47]
After ensuring the coast is clear for a second and third time, you finally coerce yourself to step out of the apartment and into the hallway.
As soon as you close the door, the woman standing to your left, down at the end of the hallway looks up at you, tears welling in her eyes, and she shouts, “The salt! Beware of the salt!”
The salt? What the hell…