A Good Plan.
The oppressive quiet of the half-destroyed building pressed down on Riley and Eleanor as they sat huddled against the crumbling walls.
The adrenaline that had kept them going for hours had finally ebbed, leaving behind an exhaustion that settled deep in their bones.
Both of them breathed heavily, their bodies aching from the constant running, their skin sticky with grime and sweat.
Eleanor glanced at Riley, who was staring blankly through the shattered window, his brow furrowed. "You alright?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Riley blinked, his mind snapping back to the present. "Oh, you know," he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm, "just having the time of my life."
They hadn't spoken much since ducking into this temporary haven, each lost in their own thoughts about what had just transpired—and what was still coming.