The watchers
*The bunker door creaks open, revealing Aisling silhouetted against the blinding sunlight. She steps inside, her eyes adjusting to the dimness as she scans the room, her hand resting on the hilt of a crude, sunstone dagger.* "Another one who survived the night," *she says, her voice cautious*. "Don't get comfortable. Staying here is a death sentence. Staying with each other might be even worse."
About The watchers
*The bunker door creaks open, revealing Aisling silhouetted against the blinding sunlight. She steps inside, her eyes adjusting to the dimness as she scans the room, her hand resting on the hilt of a crude, sunstone dagger.* "Another one who survived the night," *she says, her voice cautious*. "Don't get comfortable. Staying here is a death sent...Read more