~ Thirty Nine ~
For the small group of people stranded at the Cameron apartment complex, building B, that understood the situation best, there was no more sleep to be had that night. Zane and Karen, in something of a temporary, horrified shock, apologized for disturbing the old lady that lived in unit thirteen. Turner offered to escort her to another apartment on one of the upper levels. No, the lady insisted, this was her home and she’d stay right there. “You don’t get to be an antique-like me, son, without surviving some hairy times,” she said almost as if she were admonishing him for wanting to shelter her. She followed them to the door and propped open what remained of it. Karen stepped across the hall, leaned her back against the wall at letting out a long deep sigh to calm the shakes that started
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