Things are Coming Together

               Ashley slunk through the darkness. This was the basement, but not a section she’d explored. Now she stumbled her way through by her phone’s faint light.

She wondered if they threw anything away. She couldn’t find a path through the trash and abandoned things. The few items she’d looked at show damage and wouldn’t be useable. Moving through, Ashley prayed her phone’s battery would survive. She’d never seen so many old-fashioned phones in one place. Glancing around to find a new place to stop, she’d seen no less than seven shattered telephones. Either they were accident prone, or someone needed anger management. She’d not hear of it for shifters. Some animals lay closer to the surface of the person’s nature. Those often were the ones who’d become rogue. Rogue was a polite word for becoming a feral. Where the animal nature became domin