Samantha Hamrick

Dear Charlie

Chloe sat on the edge of the atrium of what use to be Phipps Plaza. The old AMC theater sign hung above her, though the C was a little crooked now. She could hear other people on the floor above her, but her vantage point gave her time to hide if they approached. There was an elevator beside her, but she knew anyone that used it was a fool. It wasn’t trustworthy enough to attempt to use. The power was so shoddy. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped in a glass elevator at the mercy of whoever opened the door.