There was a knock. A three rap tappity-tap against the concrete walls, putting our little private history lesson on a brief pause.
"Done?" Irene had the side of her slumped against the side of the doorway. At a distance and with the morning sun's rays basking her figure in nature's limelight, she looked unequivocally, most absolutely…
Like a terrible mess.
In fact, we all did, really - hair utterly disheveled, skin baked in grime and dirt, and the dark rings around our eyes all gaunt and hollowed. But that's what a lack of sleep gets you I suppose, with the sole exception of Ash anyway… that girl had enough energy to outlast a goddamn power plant.
Don't think she even yawned once this whole time.
"Not yet," Amanda answered back, her voice just as dull as hers. "Getting there, though."
