She kicked the empty can down the alley and carried on walking, she shouldn't be here, it was too dangerous even in broad daylight, yet she had done this many a time. The alley was narrow and dingy; it smelt of cigarette smoke, body odour, urine, rotting and alcohol lots of alcohol, and to go with the smell there were smashed bottles lying amongst dirt and rotting food, bags of rubbish were split open and dustbins had been kicked over. Rats ran in the shadows and she could see dried blood splats on the walls and path presumably from the many fights that happened down here. She ran her fingers through her matted pure blonde curls as she kicked some old needles and syringes towards the sides of the alley, she could hear rustling and footsteps, she picked up her pace now almost running.
She crouched behind a dustbin as she felt her foot squelch in something she didn't particularly want to know. She heard the footsteps walk past and fade slowly. She emerged from her hiding place and wearily began walking again. She stopped at a door, the disgusting brown paint was peeling and you could see the rotting wood it had been trying to cover up, the handle was a dirty gold and was covered in grime. She opened the door and stepped into the building.
The room she entered in was dark there was no light except for a dim lamp on a dirty wooden desk, she could hear water dripping from the ceiling, she walked towards the desk the floorboards creaking as she went. Her breathing quickened as she heard a second set of footsteps, her heart was pounding against her chest. She took a deep breath the handle of the second door turned and the door pushed open. She drew a knife from her pocket and pointed it towards the door. A short hunched old lady emerged and put her hands up as she saw the knife.
"Don't worry dear its only me, George hasn't arrived yet"
The girl sighed with relief as she put her knife away. The old woman was wearing a dirty long floral dress and a ripped dirty white shawl, her smile was eerie but kind, her teeth were yellow, brown and broken. He grey hair hadn't been washed in a while and she stood bent over clinging to a long rotting stick for dear life.
"I've been expecting you you're late"
The old woman said as she hobbled over and put a grubby hand on the girls shoulder. The girl turned to the old woman and passed her a bulky envelope; the woman snatched it and stuffed it into her dress pocket.
"I'm sorry I got a bit caught up now here's the money I need to go before he comes"
The old woman nodded and motioned towards the door, she slipped a parcel with a note on the front into the girls bag the girl acknowledge this and nodded as she walked out of the door she turned her head.
"Same time tomorrow?"
The old lady made a coughing noise and nodded slowly as she watched the girl leave, when the door closed the woman let out a small laugh as she said to herself
"I will be very surprised if you turn up tomorrow"
The Girl walked down the alley again she heard something and began to run but it was too late she felt a firm hand on her shoulder, she turned around and screamed.
"I thought I'd find you here"