AN: Hello dear readers! It's been months since I gave any attention for this story but I decided to change that fact. I will be starting to edit this story too, along with my other one due to the many mistakes and turn this into an appealing book. Not a lot of changes to the plot but there will be most likely changes to the details. I hope these new changes will be acceptable and improve the story's quality.

Edited 12/09/2017

Jay glanced around the broken down kitchen, inspecting the damage that had been done to the hardware over the years of neglect. The room itself was small with cupboards aligned along the cracked walls. Dust had gathered every available surface and cobwebs decorating the place. Most of the wooden furnishing were either broken or rotted away, leaving a very few in useable condition. Although, the marble table top still looked usable if it got cleaned.

But that was not her primary objective here.

Walking along the dusty tiles, she went towards the sink and opened the tap. The tap choked, spurting brown water out before turning to a clearer colour. So there was still functional water pipes in this house, maybe it was a good place to stay for a while. Although, the water needed to be tested before it touched anybody's lips. She couldn't afford to be poisoned in her current situation, too risky for a doctor.

Making a mental tick in her mind as she walked out of the kitchen. Her current hide out had running water, but couldn't be trusted to be clean enough for consumption. It was well away from the police and the closest town was not too far, making it easier for her to restock her resources. Not to mention, it was a quiet town too. Not a lot of crime happening to raise police attention on minor things.

The only thing left checking was the bathroom and the garage. If both of them were ok, she would be camping here for a while before relocating again.

Walking out of the door that leads to the weed ridden garden of the house. Her inspection on the bathroom went ok. It wasn't bad as her vivid imagination thought to be, other than a few 'roaches, it was ok. The house had, unfortunately, had no furniture, other than an old sofa that promised many fleas.

Jay had stumbled across this forgotten house when she was making her journey towards the town as she was escaping the police. Her last heist flunked due to her appearance on the security camera that was hidden in the corner that she failed to notice. She barely had the chance to escape when the guard alarmed her presence to the whole sector.

When she got out of the building, already there were several guards waiting for her. Alarmed, she backed up and tried a different route to escape, that being the train instead of the sewers as she originally planned. Almost losing her legs as she jumped onto the train, she had escaped them temporarily with only a nick on her shoulder caused by a bullet grazing her skin.

Luckily for her, the train passed through a forest where she made her second escape. While walking in the woods, she had discovered this house that was not far from the town called Rocktop, the place that she was normally heading to take refuge. The house was hidden by the shrubs and vines that surrounded the walls, blending the place with nature.

Until now, she didn't hear any uprising of alarms of an escaped thief, so she was content to stay here for a while. But her vigilance was still keen as ever as she knew putting her guard down was a great risk factor. Her shoulder still ached from the wound but paid no heed to it as she still had to inspect the house.

All was left was checking the garage. Walking along the side of the house, she came up to the door that head to the garage. She attempted to twist the knob only to find out that it was stuck. Looks like she needed to this the old way. Backing up a few feet, she then rushed forward and pounded the door with her side roughly, causing jolts of pain on her shoulder. The door crashed heavily to the floor, sending a burst of dust as it was disturbed by the door.

Jay covered her mouth, careful not to inhale any of it as she stepped into the garage. The place was fairly big, though it was pitch black from the absence of light. Next to the door, she spotted a handle, figuring that it was for the windows, she turned it around clockwise causing bright sunlight to enter the room as the cover retreated.

The garage no surprisingly was dusty too. Cobwebs had taken over the place and the paint of the walls was chipped with cracks. Additionally, it smelled like something had died in here. But none of them interested her as her attention was casted at one thing.

The yellow car that was standing in the middle of the room.

She eyed the car warily as she thought multiple scenarios in her head to figure out why someone would leave their car. Cautiously walking towards it, she slowly touched the brim of the car's hood, before trailing her hand around the car.

The car was full of dents, scratches, cracked glass and missing parts. Whoever owned the car had been treating it as it was a war vehicle. It's paintjob looked like it was bright yellow but it was hard to tell as it had faded, the windscreen was gone and the interior of the car was a mess. Her finger followed the line of the small crack on the passenger seat, maybe she could fix this thing up?

But first thing first, gather cleaning materials to clean this place up. Or she would die alone from the smell.

Jay's visit to the Rocktop town was nice. The people there were friendly enough to greet her and ask if she needed a place to stay. She kindly denied and asked the nearest shop for the required items she needed. After they gave her the directions, several people had invited her over for a cup of tea for later. They must not get visitors quite often she mused, as she returned to the house with the shopping bags in her hands.

She had only brought the basic needs and nothing extra due to the fact that she was running low money. She couldn't trust herself to use an ATM because of her paranoia. She settled down the plastic bags on the metal table in the garage. After some earlier mental debate, she decided to stay in the garage.

Sitting down on one of the chairs, she slumped back, making a small plan on where to start cleaning. She glanced at the car, wondering what to do with it. Maybe she could drop it off on one of the repair shops in Rocktop. She recalled a decent looking one there that didn't look too shady. But her only problem was cash, she needed to upgrade her account to prevent anyone from gaining any information from her if she wanted to withdraw some money from her account.

But before any of that, she needed this place cleaned up.