It had been hours.
Or maybe it had been a day.
I couldn't tell anymore.
The room never changed.
No windows.
No light.
No sound beyond the occasional groan of old pipes somewhere behind the concrete walls.
The cold had settled into my bones long ago. It wasn't the kind that made you shiver anymore. It simply existed, wrapping itself around every joint until moving felt like an inconvenience.
I sat with my back against the wall, my knees drawn loosely toward my chest.
Honestly…
I didn't know what I was supposed to feel anymore.
Everything had unraveled so quickly that my mind hadn't been given the chance to catch up.
I didn't know where Lila was.
I didn't know if she was hurt.
I didn't know if Aubrey and the others had survived the storm.
The last thing I'd seen of Carl was…
I shut my eyes.
No.
Don't think about it.
It didn't matter how many times I told myself that.
The image kept returning anyway.
His eyes closing.
The gun.
The sound.
The blood.
