Anna.

It was 4th of July, Anna had been out drinking and had called it a night, but had decided she should swing by her fella’s, they had a bit of a rollercoaster of a relationship but fuck it, she’d had a few and fancied it, y'know? So she sets about to North Queen street, a desolate area – boarded up windows, a few rough sleeper littered around, fading in and out of reality, all probably sharing the same bottle of counterfeit barbiturates. Anyway she’s not too far away but she...