An Ill-Timed Step

Food was scarce. Soon Lena must brave reality.
She peeled aside the curtain and inspected the lifeless street. Shattered cement, burnt cars, only the opposite building intact.
It was silent, safe; she would hurry.
Her courage minute, she stepped outside... no time for regrets as the gunfire began once more.

Thank you for hosting a lovely little contest! :D I love fifty-word stories, though when I do them they are usually become fifty-word prologues, haha! Perhaps @jayna and the fifty-worders would be interested in this too? _{~waves hello~}

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