Naomi’s POV
We didn’t move.
Not at first. It was as if everything and everyone froze at the sound of the horn.
The silence after the horn was louder than the war before it, I could swear on my life. The silence rang in my ears like a scream that had been swallowed, like the ghosts of all the noise were still trapped in the smoke. I didn’t even realise my hands were shaking until Galen said my name.
“Naomi,” he rasped, staring back at me from the side, still clutching to his abdomen.
I blinked. “I’m here,” I exhaled, "I'm here." I muttered, as if trying to convince myself too.
He exhaled like that was enough, like my voice meant something still worked in this wreckage.
Bodies littered the east side. Some of the body belonged to our people, some belonged to them. The fires were dying
