Just—
Steel.
Mila
Footsteps.
Above us.
Too close.
I freeze.
Listen.
Count.
Two.
No—
Three.
“They’re right on top of us,” I whisper.
Jase shifts, trying to sit up.
I push him back down immediately.
“Don’t,” I hiss.
“I can still fight.”
“I know you can,” I say.
Then softer—
“…but you don’t have to right now.”
That stops him.
Just for a second.
I grab his rifle.
Check the mag.
Full.
Good.
Then mine.
Also full.
Plus the extras in my pack.
Yeah.
