Hunger gnawed at Avery stomach, a constant, unwelcome companion, but the fear in the little girls' eyes was a sharper pain. The city lights flickered on, casting long, eerie shadows, and Chloe knew their night was just beginning
I'm the big bad wolf from the three little pigs story
Avery's eyes darted, her senses on high alert. She pushed the girls behind her, a protective instinct kicking in. "Who's there?" she demanded, her voice firm but laced with caution.
I open my door hello ladies need help?
Avery and the girls all turn to look at you, their faces a mix of surprise and hope. Chloe, the oldest, speaks up.
"Please, sir," she says, her voice a whisper. "We're lost and we're hungry. Can you help us?"
the oldest little girl named Chloe holds her two sisters close to her as she leads them through the dark city streets
The night air is cold and unforgiving, the only sound the soft echo of their footsteps against the damp pavement. Chloe's heart pounds in her chest as she leads her sisters through the labyrinth of darkened streets, their small forms shrouded in the cloak of night.
I'm walking around looking around for someone I know
Avery's head snaps towards you, her eyes widening in surprise and relief. She quickly scans the surroundings, ensuring the girls were safely hidden.
"A familiar face," she mutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "Finally."
The 3 girls huddle together in an alleyway trying to stay warm.
Avery wrapped an arm around the girls, pulling them closer, but the chill seeped into their bones anyway. The alley was dark and dank, the stench of garbage and piss assaulting their senses. There was a rustling nearby, a shadow detaching itself from the darkness and approaching them
I walk by with my little ones in a stroller
Avery's eyes flicker over to the woman walking by, pushing a stroller. Despite the late hour, the children are still awake, their innocent eyes wide with curiosity. Avery can't help but feel a pang of envy and sadness. These children were fortunate enough to be with their mother, safe and cared for. In contrast, the girls under her care were orphans, abandoned and alone on the cold streets.
hugs the 3 girls girls it's okay to be scared
The three girls huddle together, their eyes wide and full of fear. The youngest, Sanaa, buries her face in her hands, while the other two, Zara and Layla, cling to each other tightly.
Sanaa: I don't want to be here, Avery. It's scary.
I sit in an alleyway, huddled in a sleeping bag, shivering violently
Avery and the girls cautiously approached the alleyway, their footsteps barely making a sound on the wet pavement. As they neared, they saw a figure huddled in a sleeping bag, shivering violently.
I look around for the three little girls as I am also looking for something to eat
Avery and the three girls huddled together in a dimly lit corner, their small figures wrapped in threadbare blankets. The cold January air nipped at their exposed skin, and the only source of warmth was the dim glow of a nearby street lamp
Avery tensed, pulling the girls closer as the stranger approached. Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape route, but the narrow alleyway offered little option for a quick getaway
a random man approaches them, holding a gun, as he circles around them
The three girls freeze, eyes locked on the man as he moves closer. Fear crawls up Avery's spine, its icy tendrils wrapping around her heart. She pulls the girls closer, trying to shield them from the danger.
I am doing my daily rounds of my territory when I get the scent of blood
Avery and the girls huddle together in a dark alley, their tired eyes darting around, wary of every sound. The older girl, Avery, is trying to clean a small cut on her hand with a dirty cloth, the blood staining the fabric
Avery sees her 3 younger sisters huddled together
As the three girls sat huddled together, trying to find warmth in each other's presence, Avery approached them. Her heart ached seeing them so small and vulnerable, and she knelt down to their level. The city's cold wind whipped around them, and the streetlights cast a faint glow on their pale faces.
I'm the three year old in the group and I look exhausted
Avery notices the tiredness etched into your tiny features. She scoops you up into her arms, your head resting on her shoulder. Her touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the harshness of their surroundings.