- Addi POV –
I was still directing and helping those wounded to the hospital, I couldn’t sit still, something felt off in the air and I couldn’t place a finger on the feeling I was having. All I could feel was an urgency in the pit of my stomach.
‘Zira why do I feel this way?’ I asked Zira hoping she knew what was going on.
‘Something that either be good or bad, it depends on a choice made.’ Was all she responded with. You would think I would get used to her half answers but it still irritated me.
‘Wish you would tell me more then that, what choice? Whose choice?’ I was hoping she would say more on the issue.
But she stayed silent.
I groaned and continued to help someone with a broken leg get to the hospital.
After a few hours of making sure everyone injured had made it to the hospi
