The library aisles looked like ruins. They were desolate, uncared for. Bailey saw someone sleeping in the fantasy aisle and walked over them carefully while she searched for her own place of refuge. She didn't like to be around the crowd so she tugged her sleeping bag and backpack down the various aisles, trying to find that perfect place to sleep. So many sleepless nights had her walking around like an undead. Her eye lids fluttered, and she was nearly sleep walking.
She knew it was only midday and people would be talking and running around, but she needed to finally sleep, forty eight hours way beyond what she was used to enduring. The kids section was filled with kids (who she couldn't stand), and the non fiction had curious survivors reading on stupid shit like the Great Wall of China. Yeah, like they'd be seeing that anytime soon.
The immune then spaced out, walking wherever her feet took her. She jumped when she ran into someone who seemed to be as tired as she was. Perhaps they both were taunted by lack of sleep. Right...
Right....
The right thing to do was apologize. "I'm..I'm sorry."