Post-Disaster
Savannah's head swam. She knew there had been some sort of accident, one that had totaled the Cult. She knew she was hurt. But her brain couldn't decide on a course of action.
Distractedly, she wondered where her siblings were. And CJ? He had been right there, right in her arms... But he was gone now. Everybody was gone.
No, she realized. Not everyone. Someone somewhere was yelling, and it made her head hurt that much worse.
Sleep called to her, promising her relief from the pain, from the throbbing headache and aching body. She felt like a three-year-old's favorite doll...
Weakly, she tried to move, only to find that there was something on top of her. It seemed heavy -- but, in this state, even her chest seemed heavy, breathing a chore.
Maybe just a small nap...
Miraculously, CJ's voice came to her, then, and she forced her eyes open. CJ... He was looking for her, and she wanted so badly to get to him... Her arm moved, pushing a chair seat away from her face. The seat skittered and crashed to the floor, landing neatly at CJ's feet.