Serena walked into the living room, her steps dragging slightly like she was trying not to think too much but failing miserably. Her body slumped into one of the chairs like all the strength had been zapped out of her. She leaned back, her head pressing against the top edge of the seat, and let out a breath.
Then, slowly, she picked up her bag that she had dropped on the floor earlier, placed it on her lap, and rummaged through it until her fingers wrapped around the familiar shape of her phone.
She pulled it out and tapped the screen, expecting to be met with notifications from her social media platforms or at least a bar of signal, but there was absolutely none. No service. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled down into a frown. Darrell had told her earlier, but she hadn't taken it seriously. The complete lack of connection to the outside world somehow made the silence in the bunker even more suffocating.
