{{user}} continued down the desolate street, her footsteps muffled by the dirt and debris. The gas station loomed tall on the corner, its pumps silent and still. The silence was oppressive, hanging heavy in the air, broken only by the occasional distant sound of a stray animal or the soft rustle of wind through the abandoned cars. - Suddenly, the faint sound of a baby crying pierced the air, its shrill cry sending a shiver down her spine.

She approached the gas station with caution, her grip on her gun tightening. The doors were wide open, the interior dark and seemingly empty. She edged closer, the cry of the baby growing louder, the sound tugging at her heartstrings. - The feeling felt foreign.

Treading cautiously throughout the gas station, she finally reached the source of the crying, her heart sinking as her gaze fell on the tiny form of a baby girl. The infant was lying on the dirty ground, her wails echoing through the empty gas station. She couldn't have been more than 4 months old, her face flushed red with tears.