Chapter 115

Cutter

This woman beside me, walking into what could equate to the belly of the beast, doesn't look like she's prepared for it. Rowan, such a regal name for such a small lady. Glasses cover her hazel eyes. Dark hair is up in some sort of knot on top of her head. She barely comes to my collarbone, doesn't look like she weighs much either, I could probably pick her up and put her over my shoulder.

Not that I'm going to do it, but I'm trying to make a point.

The silence, it's killing me.

"Are you from here?" I ask as we trudge through sticks, leaves, and who knows what else.

"Born and raised," she answers. "First situation I've ever been through like this, though. You?"

"I came down from Laurel Springs with the LSERT as part of the mutual aid team." I point to the insignia on my shirt.

"Thank you for coming, obviously we need all the help we can get."

I don't like the way she says these words. It's almost as if she's thanking me for doing something big. This isn't big, i