"I- oh- I…" he couldn’t even speak— his throat had suddenly gone dry. Flashlight gripped tightly in one hand, he shone it on her.
“Who’re you?!”
"Saoirse."
The name spilled out her mouth suddenly -- new habit, really. She'd been having more and more run-ins like this since she made it to -- shit. She didn't even know where she was.
"You don't -- live here, do -- you?"








