The door swings open, and Melanie stills like a startled animal. An animal is what she expects to see, like a dog that's been left behind. But it's a woman who steps out, too old to be a hungry child and too alive to be a Hungry. She could be Miss Justineau, or one of the soldiers in the bunker.
But there's only one Miss Justineau, and all of the soldiers are gone, now. This shouldn't be happening.
Melanie stares, openly bewildered. It takes her a longer time than usual to really hear what the woman is saying. Some of it might be because she has an accent like nothing Melanie's heard before, but most of it is because this all feels like a very strange dream.
She looks down at her mask, as if to check and see if it's become a radio, or a baseball bat, or some other thing. It's still a mask.
She looks back up at the strange woman, and the good student in her squirms at the thought of leaving a direct question unanswered. "... No, miss," she finally says. "I think I'm lost."
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But there's only one Miss Justineau, and all of the soldiers are gone, now. This shouldn't be happening.
Melanie stares, openly bewildered. It takes her a longer time than usual to really hear what the woman is saying. Some of it might be because she has an accent like nothing Melanie's heard before, but most of it is because this all feels like a very strange dream.
She looks down at her mask, as if to check and see if it's become a radio, or a baseball bat, or some other thing. It's still a mask.
She looks back up at the strange woman, and the good student in her squirms at the thought of leaving a direct question unanswered. "... No, miss," she finally says. "I think I'm lost."