Wiley had nodded off while Gage kept watch, staring over at her every few minutes to make sure that her chest still rose and fell, that she hadn't died. Wiley just needed to hold out for a little longer. If they could hide until they were the last ones left...it was a strategy that rarely worked, Gage knew, but it was possible.
Then the bombs started.
The crashes grew closer, a strange not-quite-warmth, perhaps just a lack of chill, filling the air. Something was coming, and they couldn't hide any longer.
"Wiley," Gage whispered, shaking the girl slightly as to not jostle her too hard lest she rip her very amateur stitches, "Wiley, love, we have to go."
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