You hadn't needed much. Just water, snacks, and a pack of cigarettes.

You enter a tiny convince store with "Sandra's newsagents" on the front. A chubby man sat at the counter picking at a lock, seeming clearly bored. He was tall but not nearly 6 foot. He had curly hair and wore a striped polo shirt

3 boys sit playing darts on a pile of boxes and don't pay much mind too you at all. The faint sound of the television in the back room and the smell of cigarettes linger in the store.

Everyone in the store was clearly tired, including you. It was a but before 7 am but there wasn't a clock there