Bive was trembling as she peered through the blinds of her shelter. A quick scan of the room proved everything was still in place. The radio worked, there was food and water, and in case it came down to it, the revolver on her waist was loaded, and could be refilled three times more.

“I’m not going BACK. NEVER again. NEVER.”

She muttered in a panic, guzzling a large pot of coffee. It was incredibly hot, but Bive either didn’t notice or didn’t mind.