Still numb, the handful of shell-shocked stragglers who composed what remained of the resistance had trekked back to the picnic clearing to set up camp for the night. None of them had the energy to figure out what to do next. Alessa wasn't sure if any of them had the will to even think about going forward.
She zipped up the opening to their tent and collapsed into the sleeping bag, burying her face in Isaac's chest as he stared at the ceiling. For some reason, the only thing she could feel right now was a desire to be as physically close to him as possible. She hugged him tighter in an effort to wring out any remaining space between their bodies.
"What are you thinking?" she whispered, peeking up at his face.
"I don't know," he admitted, the blue of his eyes still glued towards the heavens, searching. "I don't know what to think," he murmured truthfully.
Alessa sighed. She understood that sentiment.