Don stood just inside the bunker doorway while Ash slowly lowered the handgun.
Her fingers still trembled faintly around the grip despite the relief that had crossed her face moments earlier.
Sweat stuck strands of hair against her forehead while exhaustion sat heavily beneath her eyes. The bruising along her neck looked darker up close beneath the bunker lighting.
She exhaled hard once before speaking.
"When everything went to shit upstairs, I grabbed my gun and came down here," she said while gesturing vaguely toward the people behind her. "Most of them just followed whoever was moving first."
Don's eyes moved briefly across the room again.
Whoever had been lucky enough to reach the bunker level before the apartment complex fully collapsed into chaos.
Ash rubbed one side of her face tiredly before continuing.
