“No, looks like the power is still on here. I can use the keypad to get in.”
He followed behind me inside the quiet building. The overhead lights flickered around us, casting shadows off the walls. The scent of things forgotten drifted in the air.
This is the place where things went to die. Like a cemetery for personal belongings.
I knew the route like the back of my hand, twisting and turning down the corridors until I came to my unit.
The lock keeping my things safe came from my high school locker. The combination through the years had been etched into my brain as useless information.
I twisted and turned the dial several times, hitting all the right numbers and turning it all the right times. I yanked hard, and the base unclicked, letting me in.
I slid the lock clear then lifted the door, shoving it above my head. Hugh pushed it higher, and I flicked the light switch.
