~ Fort Inferno, Days Later
The world was grey.
At least this part of it was.
Neveah woke to silence, and it wasn't the easy kind that wrapped you in peace and warmth, but the thick, smothering kind.
A silence that was heavy with ash and loss and sorrow, stretched too thin across brittle air. The first breath she took was shallow, instinctively held.
The staleness of the room, the faint acrid sting in her nostrils, it was the smell of burning that refused to die. A living Inferno raging.
This was one of those times where she loathed her sensitive senses. And everything else that let her feel this... burning devastation so deeply.
Xenon was gone, his side of the bed cold to touch and unslept in. He was scheduled to lead the flight patrol for the night watch and had insisted Neveah stayed back to get enough sleep.
