SCARLETTPain. That was the first thing I felt. A sharp, throbbing ache that pulsed through every inch of my back like someone had taken a hammer to my spine.I groaned, blinking slowly, the world swimming into focus through a haze of darkness and the stench of rot. My body was half-buried in something damp and soft, and when I moved, it squelched beneath me.Perfect.The unmistakable smell of decaying food, oil, and something dead hit me next. I gagged, rolling onto my side, coughing until my throat burned.When I finally got a hold of myself, I realized where I was.A dumpster.An actual, metal, godforsaken dumpster.“Fantastic,” I muttered hoarsely, dragging myself upright with a grimace. “Out of all the things to land in, it had to be trash.”My flashlight was nowhere to be seen, but a faint shaft of pale light bled through a small crack above me, illuminating the space just enough for me to make out the piles of garbage and broken scrap metal.My entire body ached, my ribs, my le
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