Why she was needed at Grand Central was beyond her. She hadn't been present during the fall of the Carnegie safehouse a couple days ago and most of the survivors had gotten out fine without her. They were also settling in fine at this new place, but could she tell her so-called superiors that? Nooooo. They had to have extra hands on board to make sure the place could hold this many people. It was Grand Fucking Central Terminal, of course it could handle this many people.
Kori had insisted she stay, though. Her youngest sister had wanted to come here for a few days to help out in the kitchen and make sure there were enough hands available to feed everyone. Leah wasn't about to leave Kori here by herself, so she was stuck. That certainly didn't mean she had to like it.
Carnegie Hall ranked as Leah's least favorite place to help out, mostly for the sheer number of folks that lived there. A good portion of those survivors were here now, making their obnoxious presence known, shaking their heads in scorn once they realized one particular female Immune was, as usual, doing nothing helpful. That was fine with Leah. She didn't want to be around these people anyway.
At every safehouse, Leah made it a habit of scoping out the roof. With some buildings, namely Carnegie and its garden, the roof was a popular hangout place, one she regretfully avoided when it was congested. Other places, like here, the rooftop wasn't as expansive or comfortable, making it less likely for their to be an abundance of people around. Those were her preferred hangouts. She headed to the roof of Grand Central, hoping the area would be deserted.
A cold wind blasted her in the face as she stepped out onto the rooftop. Leah shivered and hugged herself, letting the door slam closed behind her. Adjusting to the wind gusts on top of a building was much like adjusting to the icy water in a swimming pool. Jump right in and you'd be used to it in no time.
The scrape of a glass bottle against the cement roof alerted her. She followed the sound around past one of the vents, cursing under her breath when she saw Evan sitting there drinking. Other than him, no one else was around. The occasional crow cawed from a broken power line, the wind howled, adding to the soundtrack that was the growling, seething mass of undead down below. Had it not been for the bottle, Leah never would have known the other Immune was there.
Leah could deal with that. She started to retreat toward the opposite end of the roof to give them both privacy. As she turned, her foot came down on a broken chunk of cement, causing her to stumble and the rock to skid noisily off across the roof.