บท 92: Chapter 92: Retreat

Well, they were alive. But after three nights holed up in a dank cellar agonizing over the meaning of what exactly they'd witnessed in that fireball, Alessa wasn't so sure that was actually a good thing.

At Carlos's direction, they'd all quickly taken shelter in an old ice house dug into the side of a hill. The lingering scent of ozone filling their nostrils, they'd sealed the door behind them, blotting out any trace of light leaking in the front wall with a thick layer of crumbling stone and mud dug up from the ruins of the walls and floor. Then they'd stripped off their contaminated clothes and tied them up in a garbage bag - which was swiftly and unceremoniously buried deep under the dirt floor - and used some soap and as little of their water supply as possible to rinse off their skin and hair before dressing.