Saturday, January 20, 2018

100 Words a Day 1102

“How did it look outside?” Diana asked.

Duane shook his head.

“That bad?”

“Yeah. There’s no way we’ll make it today,” he replied, hanging up his gasmask.

“Do you think it’ll be clear by tomorrow?”

Duane shrugged. “Hard to say.”

Diane scowled. “Can’t you make a fucking guess? We need to do a food run.”

“Sorry,” Duane replied. “We’ll have a better idea later tonight.”

“Okay.” Diane relaxed. “Did you see anyone else from the watchtower?”

Duane shook his head again, “The fog was so thick I could hardly see anything. It was hard to breathe even with a mask.”

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