As I wandered the streets of Los Angeles, my head was spinning, ensuring I maintained my awareness. From nearby, I heard some commotion arising in the low parking garage of the South Park Lofts. Upon hiding behind a vehicle, I bore witness to a young girl, approximately 10 years old, emerging from behind some trash bins. Many thoughts raced through my mind in that moment. Another human? She's so small...but predominantly, I realized: She was making an excessive amount of noise. I began to hear groans and moans emanating from the garbage bins and from behind cars. Shuffled footsteps echoed throughout the area, almost as if people were dragging their feet as they walked. They were coming.206Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw3w0o9frA5
I hurriedly dashed and concealed myself behind another vehicle, attempting to put as much distance as possible between myself and the girl. I didn't want to witness what occurred next. I heard a scream pierce the air. Then chopping and ripping into flesh. Then the screams faded into silence. I tried convincing myself that I couldn't have helped her without being apprehended myself. But deep down in my mind, I knew that wasn't true.206Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSAc4swZ2ZA
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