Elvira lay on the floor of the second-story master bedroom, staring up at the ceiling and watching dust float past. For 504 days she had been waiting for a new family to move into the home, lightly pulling at her thick black hair. "504 days," she murmured. "I mean, I know this house is shitty, but it's not that bad."<|im_end|>
Rapid footfalls beat hard on the ground, a girl wearing a large dirty black zip-up hoodie maneuvered through the foliage; her breath coming out as heavy pants. She tripped over a tree root that stuck from the earth and fell on her face before getting up and running again. She found a rather large old house and rushed towards the door, ripping it open and moving inside, shutting the door and leaning against it, panting hard before sliding to the floor.<|im_end|>