Chapter Eighteen

After Beverly killed Rogers that night, she tried to find a place to hide. luckily, she found an abandoned building. She found the door unlocked and she entered.

As Beverly cautiously entered the abandoned building, she couldn't help but feel a mix of trepidation and relief. The worn wooden floorboards creaked beneath her weight, echoing through the empty halls. The dim light that seeped through the cracked windows cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the sense of desolation.

The air was heavy with the scent of dust and decay, lingering remnants of a forgotten past. The interior of the building bore signs of neglect, with peeling wallpaper, chipped paint, and a layer of dirt covering every surface. It was clear that this place had long been abandoned, left to the mercy of time.

Beverly cautiously explored the first room she entered, her senses on high alert. Broken furniture lay scattered across the floor, covered in a thin layer of dust. She gingerly picked her way through t