Jessica didn’t feel any calmer, especially when she stepped out into the hallway and could hear the noises in the distance more clearly. It was scary enough to look out of the window and now she was going out in it. She nodded, at least she hoped they would be fine in the truck but it was either that or staying alone with the same kind of potential danger, the door didn’t look exactly sturdy for whatever was out there.
As they walked she kept glancing around despite trying her damndest not to concentrate on what was going on around them, but it was hard when it was right there and all around. Jessica took in a deep breath and reminded herself that everything would be fine and thankfully Jo asked her about Stanford, a nice safe topic.
She waited to climb into the truck before answering, it was somewhat less threatening now she wasn’t out in the open but all the same the fear was there. “I was an English major,” Jessica answered finally, “art literature minor.” She tried not to look out of the window but she found though terrifying she couldn’t look away. “I would give anything to be back there right now.”