Six
Brice grabbed three of the packs, Ryann the other two. When she nodded, he made his way back through the door. But not before he saw how the drips were now a continual flow of water.
In the bridge, everyone was out of their seats, standing on the wall. They grabbed their packs and shouldered them. Nobody spoke, or—as far as Brice could tell—even looked at one another. The whole scene felt like a training session, but one that shouldn’t be happening.
He adjusted the straps on his own pack, pulling it firmly against his back. He bounced and rolled his shoulders, checking for any friction. There was none.
And that felt comforting. The pack was a part of him, just like his jacket and his boots. He mentally ran through an inventory of everything he carried, either on his back or in
