Town... just not Jericho Town

Adopting the classic one hand over the chest and the other in front of the crotch pose, Enid slowly inched her way towards towards whatever lay beyond. She was reassured that no noise seemed to be coming from the surrounding area and no figures had crossed the mouth of her inefficient hidey hole. The pixie-ish blonde stopped just short of exiting the alley, instead poking just her head out.

She found a high street with a few rustic looking stores and the odd cafe lining the narrow pavements. This was not Jericho.

Her luck had seemed to stretch to waking her up before the streets filled with locals. There was one sign of life though. A lone light illuminated what looked to be a thrift store and through the window Enid spied a small collection of clothes just begging her to take them.

Knowing that it was now or never, the terrified young woman sprinted clear across the street. Her thigh muscles screamed at her, clearly still suffering the effects of her nighttime trek. She could rest later, this was her chance to get out of this predicament with some dignity intact.

On slightly hobbled legs she reached the shop front and reached to push the door open.