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Her feet slapped the shallow puddles as she ran through the rain, hugging the paper grocery bag to her chest. Thunder clapped in the stormy sky above, and the unmethodical, blinding flashes of lightning was the only source of light save the flickering, sometimes dead streetlights. Evelyn Zerlina was late getting home, and she was glad she didn’t live far from the supermarket. She needed to go home and feed her little brother, and then she was going to take a nice, hot bath. With a sigh, Evelyn rounded the last corner to her street, slowing her pace to a light jog, then a walk. She shifted the groceries in her arms so she could tuck a d