Tuesday, November 8, 2016
National Novel Writing Month: Nov 7
Lucilia moved cautiously through the wreckage near her until she located a flashlight. Then she went looking for survivors, using the light to search for any dangers on the floor that might be hidden by the dark. Her unsteady walk through the crash left her with many sights she wished she could forget. Several crewmen had been crushed by flying crates. Others lost limbs or heads to the shrapnel. Finally, there was one who’d had an open case of mono-needles smash into him. He lay unmoving. Lucilia shuddered at the thought of all those injections suddenly coursing through her body.