The grey asphalt burns your hands as they touch it. After endless hours of being baked under the sun, you don't know if you'll manage to survive once you climb up this boiling cliff face. Regardless, it was probably your best bet at human contact. You scoop a generous amount of muddy soil and lather it over your hands and feet, the sun already caking it to your skin. As you climb the grainy wall, you can feel the heavy vibrations of people's footsteps above.
Your head peers over the edge and watches for the next people to pass by. Immediately on your right, you can see a jogger wearing neon-colored running shoes, her hair is tied up in a bun and she has earbuds in. Getting her attention let alone surviving her path was a far shot. Further on your left was another woman walking with a stroller, its undercarriage housed all sorts of supplies but would be much harder to reach...
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