We blacked out our windows like we were told to. We poured concrete around the front door and broke the stairs to pieces and crept from roof-to-roof just like everybody else in this poxy neighbourhood and yet, for some reason, there's a car waiting for us outside the house.
Now I know none of us would be stupid enough to use the paths, even though they look safe and Alexei from three doors down says he uses the paths all the time and he's clearly the pinnacle of common sense. No, we wouldn't use the paths and risk the cars seeing us, would we?
So, if we aren't using the paths and leading the cars straight to our own doors, how does one know that people still live here? Could be be that instead of sealing the windows like all the informants told us to, somebody instead left one open just a little bit to let the fresh air in and let the sound of our conversations out?
We've all seen the same cars outside right? Those flesh-filled abominations that were fused to the wheels as part of that "smart driver" campaign that went amazingly well. So well that civilisation as we know it has come to a sharp stop with no sign of continuation unless you fancy joining the armoured ranks on the streets.
With this in mind, and with the seriousness of our situation considered... who's going to answer the door?
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