Get home, get home, get home. This was what she whispered under her breath with each step, using it like a mantra to keep her going even when she wanted to break down and cry. She'd tripped over a bleeding man before and when she'd tried to help him up, he'd spat at her and screamed for her to leave him alone. So Miranda had.
She had to get to her sisters.
When someone ran into her - it wasn't the first time - she bit down hard on her lip to keep from shrieking. She was trying to keep quiet in this horrible gloom. Then there was a flashlight in her face and Miranda squinted and lifted her hand to shield her eyes.
When he finishes speaking Miranda stared at him for another long moment before asking, cautiously, "who are you?"