I sat on the bench alone and let the morning happen around me.
Everything Jisoo had ordered last night was visible from here— the reinforced north wall, new concrete barriers arranged in staggered lines, the watchtower fences, the trucks repositioned along the east wall at exactly the angle she'd specified.
The camp looked like a different place from the one we'd dropped into yesterday. Sharper. More deliberate. Probably 90% more safer than it had been when we arrived, which was a strange thing to be sitting in the middle of knowing exactly one person was responsible for all of it, and that person was currently asleep.
I yawned.
5 in the morning to now had been a lot of hours of moving heavy things and arguing with people who didn't understand why the ammunition couldn't stay where it was and learning that Jisoo had very specific opinions about fence angles.
