As the alarm began to blare from within the gunstore, and she saw the young man pick up... a fucking rock? Chera was pretty sure everyone down there was going to die. Not because the situation was unsolveable at this point, but because they seemed to lack the collective capacity to just walk...
Idiots. Idiots. Holy shit. Idiots everywhere. Chera peeked back outside, eyes wide, as shots rang out in another direction. They all clumped together, dashing around the sides of the building looking for side doors. For some reason, the little girl went off on her own.
"Shit," she whispered...
Chera had been inside a while. Staking things out, laying low. For a damn good reason. At first she did it because she promised Pops she'd keep her head down, and move only when she needed to. Now? She knew exactly what she was doing. She'd found a nice two story building on a street across from...