Six Sentence Stories #6

When I was young, I wanted to be a treasure hunter in a world that had gone sour. Now that I was at my first freelance job, I was nervous and my palms were sweaty. My fingers wrapped around the cold steel of my gun. This place had a reputation for technology before everything. I heard stories of those who had entered and were never seen again. Still drunk some from last night, I took a deep breath before pushing myself into the old factory.

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