Penelope's POV
The streets were littered with countless drug addicts in various states of deterioration - some lay motionless like discarded garbage, while others stood swaying in grotesque, zombie-like postures that made my skin crawl. I had to reduce my driving speed to an absolute minimum to avoid hitting any of these unpredictable souls who might lurch into the road at any moment. The scene resembled something out of a dystopian nightmare, yet this was just another ordinary evening in this part of Florida.
