Chapter 33: Trapped in AnothMarika stirred. Her neck hurt. She had used her knap filled with clothes, the potions, and her designs as a pillow. She couldn't risk them being stolen. Duane was still seated upright against the wall, his head tilted forward. He too would have a stiff neck. Sleep had not come easy, nor had any sleep been for long periods. The building had shook, debris had fallen on their heads and bodies, and the sirens seemed to wail nonstop. People had finally stopped screaming when their throats were too raw to scream more.
Gray light was creeping into the hall. It must be early morning, Marika decided. There was a line at the female bathrooms. She shook Duane awake. “I'm going to the bathroom. I just wanted you to know where I was in case there is another bad one.”
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