The New Age Club (Subject to change)
an excerpt

She stood with some difficulty, panting loudly; she grabbed her left arm, keeping it close to her with her right hand so it wouldn't move and cause her further pain. She looked at her truck, it was too bent up to go anywhere, it had rolled once she had been launched out of the front window. She didn't want to think about the endless pain she would be in if she had been in the car when it rolled. She looked around, trying to find some shelter. Her breathing came out harsh since she had probably cracked, if not broken, a few ribs. It was so cold she could see her breath coming out in clouds, their size depending on how deep her breaths were.

"It was all a lie..." She blinked, falling to the ground. She hugged her left arm, which was broken, to her as she laid down in the middle of the street and closed her eyes. She wept for all she was worth, crying out for anyone to believe her. It wasn't often that Myridra cried, but this time she had a reason. She knew if she told anyone about the club they wouldn't believe her.