Aug 30, 2023
Thirty flights of stairs.
Doors greeted with her foot.
The sight of the sky earned a sigh of relief from her, promptly followed by another, unmuffled one as she ripped out her gas mask.
Fifty pounds of gear and scrap dumped on the rooftop later, she was comfortable enough to rest.
The sunlight was warm.
She struggled to remember it down in the fog, surrounded by ice and rime.
The thought that the freeze came without warning had her stomach sinking.
The knowledge that the warning was suppressed had her back on her feet.
She had a job to do.
