Blood Years Prt 4

All she had to do was breathe in to know it was her city. The air was so thick with the scent of weed, it was near impossible not to get contact high in less than an hour. Stefany gasped, not because of the coming high, but because her beautiful wall art that cover nearly every inch of the city was gone.

She had no time to mourn because James whisked her to an empty subway that smelled of old sex and burnt hair. James jumped onto the tracks which brought back memories of her glory days.

Stefany jumped.