She stood before a huddled ball of tiny woman, curled up on her side, holding her head, muttering and cursing still. Why her? Why ALWAYS her?
Giving the woman a look over, she seemed to be in the same predicament as herself, however, her weapon of choice was still with her. She had heard that it couldn’t be removed from her person unless she willed it, so Genesis assumed that rumor was true.
Well, at least one of them was armed.
Noise from the far end of the building echoed. Groaning, moaning and shuffling. Someone or something dragging their feet.
She nudged the other woman lying on the cold concrete with her foot. “Get up…we have company…”
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