[ With the immediate threat taken care of, Sharon's adrenaline dips, her legs weak and hands shaking. She leans against a hall wall for support, clearly unused to this type of excitement. ]
You don't think they'll...? [ The rest of the sentence die in her throat. She'd rather not give the grand game of life any ideas. Still, her own words seem to spur her to action because she begins to inspect the home they'd escaped into.
It's a mess, everything covered in a thin layer of dust—but, thankfully, no ash. ]
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You don't think they'll...? [ The rest of the sentence die in her throat. She'd rather not give the grand game of life any ideas. Still, her own words seem to spur her to action because she begins to inspect the home they'd escaped into.
It's a mess, everything covered in a thin layer of dust—but, thankfully, no ash. ]