Since there were still people in the field when Roxanne and Lohri went to sleep, it was clear they slept early, before midnight as she realized before locking her phone and snuggling with her friend in her bed. Of course, there was another bed in the dorm but still. Her sleep used to be heavy but when the email arrived and the whole thing started, lights down and all, Lohri got up still sleepy, trying not to wake any of the girls while unlocking her phone. She processed what she read in email’s subject: code black. That was dead serious. She remembered earlier not reacting externally when she heard code red in a completely ordinary situation and now, everything got much worse, her heart was beating wildly.
Her gaze drifted from Sage to Roxy, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, she was still worried about the others, but the feeling wouldn’t reach a despair, she could breathe in that moment, at some point their phones should work again. She moved to look over her bed, her cat Lobo was snoring on his bed under the lanterns’s light inside the dorm 305. The silence outside the Berkshire floor was deafening. At great cost she tried to sleep, obviously her mind didn’t allow such a feat, instead she was in a state between light sleep and being awake permanently. It didn’t help her body or mind to rest, knowing that the safest place at the moment was where they were.
Once she fell asleep, it was unclear whether it was the drinks from the night before or the restless state she was in that caused Lohri to wake up just before the students began to be informed about what had happened. Her stomach growled loudly under the mention of Greg, the robot that would serve food to the students. Lohri found herself amused by the robot and curious about how it was programmed but obviously other issues were more important. Priorities. How did Sage endure Roxanne complaining about being hungry before she could wake up? She would remember apologizing later for bringing trouble into their dorm.
At that moment it didn’t seem interesting to leave the room, eight minutes and it was already possible to wander through the corridors but the security of her bed was much more attractive than going out to look in the face of the other students of her floor in an attempt to know if they were fine. Their phones had started working again so it could be done from right there. “Yes, I’m clearly postponing the moment when I will be forced to get up from this bed.” She vocalized her thoughts while pressing a pillow against her face.
